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I used to be scared of death,
but now its my only friend.
I found comfort in it’s embrace
and solace in the grace that it leaves me each night.
I am no longer afraid to die because my world’s become so empty
You were so young, I owe this all to you.
You live in my every word, you’re the reason that i’m still alive
No one deserves to die, I never got to say goodbye.

My lungs are empty
and i'm trapped beneath ice and snow.
where my words are spoken
through broken teeth that chatter
so shatter my frozen heart
so shatter watch these bones as they fall apart

we'll stand as tall as mountains

Каждую ночь я разрисовываю стены моей комнаты рисунками города, которого я никогда не видел.
(Я вдыхал воздух в мои легкие в течение последних семнадцати лет, я думаю, что это время для свежего дыхания, но только если само время мне позволит.
Неужели вы думаете, что можете обмануть время, думая, что оно никуда не исчезает? Вы действительно думаете, что каждое новое воспоминание может просто заменить старое?)
Я обращаю внимание на мелкие детали, на кривые и усталые здания, которые отбрасывают тени над одинокими площадками, и тусклые фонари, освещающие дорогу подобно бесконечному множеству грустных глаза.
Когда пришло время спать, я лег на спину и начал смотреть на мое импровизированное ночное небо. Я всегда забываю звезды. И каждое утро, когда я просыпаюсь, я всегда просыпаюсь в покое, потому что я могу очистить мои стены и начать все заново.
Смею ли я тревожить вселенную?

And they said that one day I'd be fine,
and they said that my whole life.
So I kept one foot forward,
but lately I've been wearing thin.
I don't feel safe in my skin anymore.
I don't feel safe in my skin.

So I guess that I can't be,

Did you think about all the things you said to me? Do you think that they helped quell the Hell in my head? In my heart I was torn apart. In my dreams I’ve been thinking of a way to disappear. Well my greatest fear was that I would disappoint all the ones I love, but I’ve been there and back. It’s not so hard when you can’t face yourself in the mirror. Did you think about all the things you said to me? Do you think that they helped quell the Hell in my head? In my heart I was torn apart. In my dreams I’ve been thinking of a way to disappear, so I’m growing out my hair. So I’m growing out my hair. So eventually I can cut ties with myself. I’m growing out my hair. I’m growing out my hair. So eventually I can cut ties with all that I’ve felt. And so I ask myself each night, will I wake to see the morning light? And as I fall asleep, I close my eyes and pray for a reason to breathe. I will keep breathing, but I won’t feel alive. I will keep breathing, but I won’t feel alive. I will keep breathing, but I won’t feel alive.

Hands held above our heads, held out as far as they can stretch. I'm trying to hold on to clouds that are always outside my reach. I guess you didn't notice- I fade with the setting sun. I'm no more alive than the empty home where I grew up.
I find my life is constantly swirling, cliche as it sounds, like leaves in the wind- twirling in unpredictable patterns until the wind slows down and stops again. But leaves crumble under foot and are commonly left to die in the sun- I find myself begging for drops of rain to grace me but I realize that there are none.
Hands held above our heads, held out as far as they can stretch. I'm trying to hold on to clouds that are always outside my reach. I guess you didn't notice- I fade with the setting sun. I'm no more alive than the empty home where I grew up.
And when we planted that tree in your front yard, I remember thinking, "I wish I was still young." I guess you didn't notice- I fade with the setting sun.

I watched the sun set in your eyes for the last time. I thought you died that night. You called me to tell me you wouldn’t survive. I heard the wind blowing through your hair. I would’ve given anything to be there. I could have sworn that I was. It’s not that I want to die, I just want to disappear. Do you think that I still dream of you or long for the warmth that your body would provide? Winter has never felt like it lasted for so long, but I’ve grown used to the cold, and I know that you see there’s no warmth where you are. So I embrace the parts of myself that I long to change. Is this the face that you were waiting to see? I embrace the parts that I hate because they remind me of when we were nearly the same. Find me where eyes are afraid to meet, where held hands can cripple fingers. That’s how strong our love could be. But I’m still so scared. I am so scared by the things I cannot see. Like the simple idea I don’t keep you up at night with a smile tickling of your mouth. Share my collapse, there’s enough weight here to bury us both. It’s just another dream. It’s just another dream.

And every moment I lose without you, fighting interference between my mind and the tip of my tongue, I am lost. Tripping over my words, over insanity, racking my every thought, drowning this conviction behind an apathetic mask. A numberless cigarette lit twixt my fingers, burning like the fire that beauty held in your eyes, piercing me like a conscience, shattering the glass of memory reflecting my imperfections, smoldering bridges sinking behind me in hopes for a second chance. So embrace me, dreams, for you are mine; awake to a whirlwind staying swift through my fingers, my dream of you was all I had. So give me a heart where I can't feel, for all I need in my life is that which eludes me, that which I let get away, remaining a haunting thought of what could have been.
Can you feel my beating heart? Buried beneath the backyard- the place we used to live, where we stood on our own. We were rooted in this home. Where we exhaled our last breath and watched the summer fade to blackness.
We held our hands tight and spoke softly of the distance, as to which our hearts were to lie. And the night kissed us softly on the cheek and we each, the trees bowed before our knees as to exact the point of growing fond of the memories we would never let die.
Can you feel my beating heart? Buried beneath the backyard- the place we used to live, where we stood on our own. We were rooted in this home. Where we exhaled our last breath and watched the summer fade to blackness.
I will let you go if you want me to.

Well I’ve changed except my heart still beats too fast and my lungs still collapse and my legs still shake. I once thought love was real when we sat atop that hill and looked at cars below. We used to grow. You kissed me on the forehead and told me that you’d never let go. You told me that you’d love me until the end. Which begs the question, are we now dead? The person I thought I knew must be the person I once trusted until my bones rusted over in the snow we used to grow like the tallest tree in my background I used to know. Well happiness and joy and bliss, how it all disappeared so quick. So here’s to life and here’s to love. I’ve said it before, that I fade with the setting sun.

My ears are still ringing from the sound of your broken heart, beating faster than thought, caught in your stare, so encompassing. All resolve is lost as words fall from your lips, my trembling fingertips held out in question. So shake hands with regret, set to slip away. Your eyes crossing, rivers flowing under your pale feet. As the moments count down to flames, meet and greet death, he wears a cloak of your hopes and dreams, quenched like the raging fire they were once. You’re the breath he never found; you are the closed eyes peacefully resting while those around you are torn to pieces. You’re the smoke I pull to escape from thought of you. No touch, no shadow cast into mind, your hand fervidly held at your side as memories of you flow through mine an empty space more lonesome for what it has lost. You’re the sunset smile thundering out of a careless moment, you’re the tightly closed fingers holding in a breath. If you would stay here with me, one more minute, I would steal the world.

I don't have to tell you things are bad. Everybody knows things are bad. It's a depression. Everybody's out of work or scared of losing their job. The dollar buys a nickel's work, banks are going bust, shopkeepers keep a gun under the counter. Punks are running wild in the street and there's nobody anywhere who seems to know what to do, and there's no end to it. We know the air is unfit to breathe and our food is unfit to eat, and we sit watching our TV's while some local newscaster tells us that today we had fifteen homicides and sixty-three violent crimes, as if that's the way it's supposed to be. We know things are bad - worse than bad. They're crazy. It's like everything everywhere is going crazy, so we don't go out anymore. We sit in the house, and slowly the world we are living in is getting smaller, and all we say is, 'Please, at least leave us alone in our living rooms. Let me have my toaster and my TV and my steel-belted radials and I won't say anything. Just leave us alone.' Well, I'm not gonna leave you alone. I want you to get mad! I don't want you to protest. I don't want you to riot - I don't want you to write to your congressman because I wouldn't know what to tell you to write. I don't know what to do about the depression and the inflation and the Russians and the crime in the street. All I know is that first you've got to get mad. You've got to say, 'I'm a HUMAN BEING, Goddamnit! My life has VALUE!' So I want you to get up now. I want all of you to get up out of your chairs. I want you to get up right now and go to the window. Open it, and stick your head out, and yell, 'I'M AS MAD AS HELL, AND I'M NOT GOING TO TAKE THIS ANYMORE!' I want you to get up right now, sit up, go to your windows, open them and stick your head out and yell - 'I'm as mad as hell and I'm not going to take this anymore!' Things have got to change. But first, you've gotta get mad!... You've got to say, 'I'm as mad as hell, and I'm not going to take this anymore!' Then we'll figure out what to do about the depression and the inflation and the oil crisis. But first get up out of your chairs, open the window, stick your head out, and yell, and say it: "I'M AS MAD AS HELL, AND I'M NOT GOING TO TAKE THIS ANYMORE!"

I’ve never felt so alone. I miss my family, I miss my home and I miss your smile. I remember the days of church pews and sunsets and long endless drives to the angry heart of nowhere. I remember the way that you kissed me. I remember the way that you said goodnight. I remember the way that we laughed. I remember all the times we never had. So tell me that everything will be okay, because it has to be. The summer never ended- I guess our hearts grew up alone. The summer never ended- I guess you just grew up. I’ll grow up someday.

How I wish i could go back to the day where my heart was still working and I still had a brain, where I felt no pain. But that ship has sailed, it's been lost out at sea for too long- it has been just you and me for too long. How I wish you could see how much you mean to me; how I long for your smile, how I long for our home. Most nights I can't sleep; I lie in my bed thinking, "What is left of me?" I lie in my bed reminiscing on past dreams. I'm tired of living while drowning inside. I'm so tired of dying each night.

Charlie: My blinding distraction gone in seconds for hours of your wasted moments. I dug a grave for my purpose. Tuned in to a bright future sat front row as it crumbled and fell. Tie me up nice so I don’t have to feel this relief flowing through my veins I traded my soul for a rush, my fix, now I hurt without, even with. Always chasing always hating ever loving never enough my subconscious effort not to succeed. Where did my refuge go? You used to hold me, now we embrace and you turn your back.

If I close my eyes for a breath too long,
can I ever wake up again, or will i sleep for good?
Can you see me in your dreams?
Can you see me in your sleep?

At times I get so lonely,
but I guess you wouldn't know-
the person I miss most is you six years ago.

Raph: I'm still surrounded by these four blank walls. Every picture I've painted has been taken down. The only difference: I don't forget the stars anymore. I still believe they will never collapse. Maybe I'm just naïve but I wish and wish and wish. Why am I so unsure? Why do both the past and future haunt me now? Maybe I'll leave this town when my fears become too strong; maybe I'll leave this town when the last star falls.

Cam, Raph: Maybe I'll leave this town when my fears become too strong.

Raph: Maybe I'll leave this town when my fears become too strong; maybe I'll leave this town when the last star falls.

I’ve been digging a grave with the parts of my brain that still work. They’re burying me with my dead dreams, my dead dreams. I still feel a heart that's beating but I can't feel love, I still feel a life inside me but I feel no blood. I still clench my teeth and I pull out my hair; my skin and bones are bare. I've been living with the weight of the world and the moon and the stars, burning in my eyes. I haven't seen clear in 19 years; will you please save my life? I’ve been digging a grave with the parts of my brain that still work. They’re burying me with my dead dreams, my dead dreams.