I am the hero, I bring salvation. I'll expose the villains in a world gone mad. I'll fight the tyrants, but who else will rise? Please break your silence
Crushed by the agony of a silent oppression Cold sweat envelopes me as I gasp for breath Each of these track marks tells its own horror story My hands
Why haven't I felt like myself? What are these voices in my ear? I know that it makes your skin crawl What are you scared of? You don't have a choice
Riddled with sickness, confined to a bed; the sickness dwells inside you in that now vacant chasm. This scourge has left you defiled and broken, forgotten
The stench of charred remains, cascades outward, draining life from, huddled masses. Black out their names. forget their faces. without a trace,
Brothers and Sisters We are gathered today to celebrate the life of the recently deceased. taken from this earth. In such an unfair manner by forces outside
God, the room won't stop. If I could just open my eyes forever, I'd never have to feel this lost again. But would I feel as whole, as in control? Am I
(by Paramore) I'm in the business of misery, let's take it from the top She's got a body like an hourglass it's tickin' like a clock It's a matter of
I tried so hard to find solace. Instead I found discomfort. I had one chance to learn from mistakes that I made. One more decision that will come to
A nation of cowards. Our ideals betrayed. Tides of injustice. Traitors to ourselves. Offer my entrails as sacrifice to your God, and then imagine
Dismember me, For I can't bare to lose you. Your hands around my throat. Attempted strangulation. Forced without reprieve upon my neck. This pain that
You run in circles just to feel alive. This endless cycle must be broken. Define a role, place me in it. As you reflect a dark world. My life inside your
With souls on fire, they shall surrender peace. But blood still flows from the eyes of martyrs. In light of hatred, we now know our purpose. Dear God,
Defend the young for the plague has come. An ominous cancer is here. Unleash the beast of your scornful misery. This is our only chance to achieve peace
Rotting and bloated, the corpses pile up, another sign of what we all have in store. Your good intentions will not lead you anywhere. Signals are useless
This is inherent This is second nature I won't deliver without your promise that you will save me when I'm in need I can't trust anyone else And I know
Crashed! They were sisters in fortune; the serpents they struck them at the darkest of nights. Two ships sharing a gravesite, homogenized like a pile
Rotting and bloated, the corpses pile up, another sign of what we all have in store. Your good intentions will not lead you anywhere. Signals are
