Post by Vladimir on Dec 9, 2006 14:27:19 GMT -5
This has been said so many times that I'm not sure if it matters
But we never stood a chance
And I'm not sure if it matters
If you are the shores, I am the waves begging for big moons
I’m mailing letters to addresses in a ghost town
(your secret's out)
My words are all I can give you. My sins are all I can show you. There is no interest in my accomplishments, never is. You want to know only of what I have done that is not to your liking. This is fine by me. Fine because I have nothing to hide, I have nowhere to hide even if I wanted to. You have me between a rock and a hard place, hard has to give. A rock only moves, a hard place must bend somtime. Something's gotta give. You can live off of fame and fortune for only so long, until it starts becoming boring. Same old same old. When it gets dull and boring, life appears pointless. At the time, it is. The meaning of life, really, is that it ends. You are born, you live, and you die. People say that if you do something, have fun and love. Live fast, die hard. Yes, this is the way many live. Others live in caution and fear, they live slowly. Either are good lifestyles for someone, not for someone else. You have to choose. Now, those that live fast and die hard have no love. They live too quickly to stop and love. It's impossible. Those that live slowly, cautiously, don't love either. They're too afraid to be hurt. So they don't. Neither have love, and love is what makes people the happiest. See? Hope so.
I know this hurts, it was meant to (it was meant to)
Your secret's out and the best part is it isn't even a good one
And it's mind over you don't, don't matter
Blue haze of morning sky, tears hanging in mid air, caught by the warmth of the sun. A breath disturbs the floating tears. Whispers of a moving mortal, four beats to mark the time. Two for a second, two for another and the world turns. If you watch this gentle beast, you can see the guarded stance. The twitch of an audit, waiting for that lion to jump out. The world is full of those lions. They will get you, one way or another, today or tomorrow. They will get you. You cannot hide, you can run. But, you an run only so far before you are out of breath and need to stop. It is only nature, though, taking its course. If, again, you look and see, as he stops and stands like the King he is, you can see the dark heart. A Neutral...tainted Dark. A deadly mix.
This has been said so many times that I'm not sure if it matters
But it must be said again that all us boys are just screaming
Into microphones for attention
Because we're just so bored
We never knew that you would pick it apart, oh
I'm falling apart to songs about hips and hearts
(your secret's out)
When the clock chimes again, you will be under the rule of the one before you. He offers you a place in time. A place to stay, to hold your honor. Step down, simply, and take thy stand as second in command. Relinquish the title you carry now to the one before you. Believe that you are lesser, you are not worthy of the title you have chosen to claim. It belongs not to you, now release it to the one who stands before you.
I know this hurts, it was meant to (it was meant to)
Your secret's out and the best part is it isn't even a good one
And it's mind over you don't, don't matter
I used to obsess over living,
Now I only obsess over you
Tell me you'd like boys like me better
In the dark lying on top of you
This has been said so many times that I'm not sure if it matters
Why don't you make this easier on the both of us and give up while you aren't marred by the scars I'll put in you? Well, in case you haven't figured it out. I'm throwing you out of this place, and taking it as my own. This I claim as mine. Now get out, moonshine.
I know this hurts, it was meant to (it was meant to)
Your secret's out and the best part is it isn't even a good one
And it's mind over you don't, don't, don't, don't matter
Hark now, hear me;
I am Vladimir, I challenge the Stallion of this land for this land. A duel, if you so choose. Or by a spoken word like gentlemen we could also choose. Three days given to reply, hurry now, you bastard fly!
From day one I talked about getting out
But not forgetting about
How my worst fears are letting out
He said why put a new address
On the same old loneliness
When breathing just passes the time
Until we all just get old and die
Now talking's just a waste of breath
And living's just a waste of death
And why put a new address
On the same old loneliness
And this is you and me
And me and you
Until we've got nothing left
((955 words))
But we never stood a chance
And I'm not sure if it matters
If you are the shores, I am the waves begging for big moons
I’m mailing letters to addresses in a ghost town
(your secret's out)
My words are all I can give you. My sins are all I can show you. There is no interest in my accomplishments, never is. You want to know only of what I have done that is not to your liking. This is fine by me. Fine because I have nothing to hide, I have nowhere to hide even if I wanted to. You have me between a rock and a hard place, hard has to give. A rock only moves, a hard place must bend somtime. Something's gotta give. You can live off of fame and fortune for only so long, until it starts becoming boring. Same old same old. When it gets dull and boring, life appears pointless. At the time, it is. The meaning of life, really, is that it ends. You are born, you live, and you die. People say that if you do something, have fun and love. Live fast, die hard. Yes, this is the way many live. Others live in caution and fear, they live slowly. Either are good lifestyles for someone, not for someone else. You have to choose. Now, those that live fast and die hard have no love. They live too quickly to stop and love. It's impossible. Those that live slowly, cautiously, don't love either. They're too afraid to be hurt. So they don't. Neither have love, and love is what makes people the happiest. See? Hope so.
I know this hurts, it was meant to (it was meant to)
Your secret's out and the best part is it isn't even a good one
And it's mind over you don't, don't matter
Blue haze of morning sky, tears hanging in mid air, caught by the warmth of the sun. A breath disturbs the floating tears. Whispers of a moving mortal, four beats to mark the time. Two for a second, two for another and the world turns. If you watch this gentle beast, you can see the guarded stance. The twitch of an audit, waiting for that lion to jump out. The world is full of those lions. They will get you, one way or another, today or tomorrow. They will get you. You cannot hide, you can run. But, you an run only so far before you are out of breath and need to stop. It is only nature, though, taking its course. If, again, you look and see, as he stops and stands like the King he is, you can see the dark heart. A Neutral...tainted Dark. A deadly mix.
This has been said so many times that I'm not sure if it matters
But it must be said again that all us boys are just screaming
Into microphones for attention
Because we're just so bored
We never knew that you would pick it apart, oh
I'm falling apart to songs about hips and hearts
(your secret's out)
When the clock chimes again, you will be under the rule of the one before you. He offers you a place in time. A place to stay, to hold your honor. Step down, simply, and take thy stand as second in command. Relinquish the title you carry now to the one before you. Believe that you are lesser, you are not worthy of the title you have chosen to claim. It belongs not to you, now release it to the one who stands before you.
I know this hurts, it was meant to (it was meant to)
Your secret's out and the best part is it isn't even a good one
And it's mind over you don't, don't matter
I used to obsess over living,
Now I only obsess over you
Tell me you'd like boys like me better
In the dark lying on top of you
This has been said so many times that I'm not sure if it matters
Why don't you make this easier on the both of us and give up while you aren't marred by the scars I'll put in you? Well, in case you haven't figured it out. I'm throwing you out of this place, and taking it as my own. This I claim as mine. Now get out, moonshine.
I know this hurts, it was meant to (it was meant to)
Your secret's out and the best part is it isn't even a good one
And it's mind over you don't, don't, don't, don't matter
Hark now, hear me;
I am Vladimir, I challenge the Stallion of this land for this land. A duel, if you so choose. Or by a spoken word like gentlemen we could also choose. Three days given to reply, hurry now, you bastard fly!
From day one I talked about getting out
But not forgetting about
How my worst fears are letting out
He said why put a new address
On the same old loneliness
When breathing just passes the time
Until we all just get old and die
Now talking's just a waste of breath
And living's just a waste of death
And why put a new address
On the same old loneliness
And this is you and me
And me and you
Until we've got nothing left
((955 words))
