THRICE - Stare At The Sun

Thrice - Stare At The Sun

I sit here clutching useless lists,
keys for doors that don't exist
I crack my teeth on pearls
I tear into the history
Show me what it means to me in this world
Yeah, in this world

'Cause I am due for a miracle
I'm waiting for a sign
I'll stare straight into the sun
And I won't close my eyes
Till I understand or go blind

I see the parts but not the whole
I study saints and scholars both
No perfect plan unfurls
Do I trust my heart or just my mind
Why is truth so hard to find in this world
Yeah in this world

'Cause I am due for a miracle
I'm waiting for a sign
I'll stare straight into the sun
And I won't close my eyes
Till I understand or go blind (till I understand or go blind)

I know that there's a point I've missed
A shrine or stone I haven't kissed
A scar that never graced my wrist
A mirror that hasn't met my fist
But I can't help feeling like I'm

Due for a miracle
I'm waiting for a sign (waiting for a sign)
I'll stare straight into the sun
And I won't close my eyes (and I won't close my eyes)

Due for a miracle
I'm waiting for a sign
I'll stare straight into the sun
And I won't close my eyes

FUNERAL FOR A FRIEND - This Year's Most Open Heartbreak

Funeral for a friend - This Year's Most Open Heartbreak

Throw that punch
swing to hit your target
It's a pointless game
One better less played
Suicide
To kiss your kids goodnight
will you take from them
What they've taken from you

To be the last one who will sing you to sleep
To be the last one who will sing you to...

Just like your broken records (you're broken)
A comfort for you tonight

Throw that punch
Swing to hit the target
It's a pointless game
One better less played
Suicide
To kiss your kids goodnight
will you take from them
What they've taken from you

Just like your broken records (you're broken)
A comfort for you tonight

Just like your broken records (you're broken)
a comfort for you tonight

(we will never be the same)
Same old songs on a brand new stereo
(we will never be the same)
Same old songs on a brand new stereo
(we will never be the same)
Same old songs on a brand new stereo
(we will never be the same)
Same old songs

To be the last one who will sing you to sleep
To be the last one who will sing you to
Just like your broken records (you're broken)
A comfort for you tonight
Just like your broken records (you're broken)
A comfort for you tonight

PROTEST THE HERO - Sequoia Throne

Protest The Hero - Sequoia Throne

Did you come here to kill, or did you come here to die,
or did you really think that spaceships would descend from the sky!

Bending light and beaming forth across space-time,
To see us scared in the reflection of their oil-black eyes
To stalk us like a predator
like our movies imply

They're not the one's who've come to kill us
Come to fill us full of lead
and I don't want to hate us
and they are not the ones who mutilate
our animals.
Or travel through the skies, they're not the ones who cause us harm

We are
We are, we are, we are
We are still-life and cold blooded
(I will not be)
We are still-life and cold blooded
(I will not be)

Hellbent on heaven

While our righteous men are stuffing corpses full of shit and pain

We are, we are, we are still life
We are, we are, we are still life
We are, we are, we are
Still-life

They're not the ones who cause us harm
We are, we are
(Did you come here to kill or did you come here to die?)
We are still-life in cold blood
We are still-life in cold blood
We feel
We feel nothing

Stuffing corpses full of shit and pain
They bloviate about a future beyond the moon
To bring about another planet's doom
To discover peaceful life
And beat a war-drum to its tune
Unless my prayers are answered
And our end is coming soon

THE BLUEPRINT - Sans Chorus

The Blueprint - Sans Chorus

So dismissive,
so free with praise heaped on unworthy subjects
I’m so sorry that this is not what you wanted
You must be so disappointed that we failed
To deliver just for you

(the) Killer hooks to get right under your
Skin so thick we’d need a harpoon
Have some patience wait and see
We’re dropping bombs here

Thank you so much,
for your well valued critique
It has been noted
Noted that I have lost all respect for you
Your so quick to judge you’re opinion void
Take some time to absorb these

Killer hooks to get right under your
Skin so thick we’d need a harpoon
Have some patience wait and see
We’re dropping bombs here

Killer hooks to get right under your
Skin so thick we’d need a harpoon
Have some patience wait and see
THIS HAS ONLY JUST BEGUN

MASTODON - Iron Tusk

Mastodon - Iron Tusk

Straight line
Feel it burst liver and lung
Long and strong
'Til she spills her black blood
Center down
Vast the head body and tail
Shatter life
Physeter catodon
Culture vulture
Elephant graveyard
Culture vulture
Engage monster
Wreaking vengeance
Assault with all martial rage
Sail on

THE DILINGER ESCAPE PLAN - Panasonic Youth

the Dillinger Escape Plan - Panasonic Youth

We wrote these plans
took the order the architecture
and followed them to the end
until the gears ground cold
and relentless
there was no remorse
we had none
we kept on with no trace of a regret
I never saw any blood
no soul for the body
watch them turn her scab
covered skin into stone
like a coal in the sky
searching for the dawn
for the last time
bloated with white eyes wide
we've come to an understanding
you lose I profit high noon
and there ain't no secrets
no more excuses
now our number's up
let them lead us by the throat now
just smile while the rope pulls tighter
guilty is an understatement
the hourglass is never right side up
and all the time we try to tear the script up
forgetting all the sour for the sweet
the paragraph has never been so empty
the mother dies with infant in arms
the lifeless test tube, look what she's done
evolution gave us a clock
that's always winding down .

FAITH NO MORE - Digging the Grave

Faith no More - Digging the Grave

It would be wrong to ask you why
Because I know what goes inside
Is only half of what comes out
Isn't that what it's about ?
To remind us we're alive
To remind us we're not blind
In that big, black hole

Comfortable

Digging the grave, I got it made
Let something in, or throw something out ?
You left the door open wide

I know you have a reason why
That knot is better left untied
I just went and undid mine
It takes some time
And the shadows so big
It takes the sun out of the day
And the feeling goes away
If you close the door

Comfortable

BURNT BY THE SUN - Forlani

Burnt by the Sun - Forlani

Last time I swore it was the last time.
I'd write these last rites to this last fight.
By the third time around I'm pretty well versed.
By the third time it still hurts.
By the third time I know myself well enough to know
10 years is not enough.

What is this about this that brings me back?
Have I ever even left? But what can I expect?
Beauty is radiating through my TV set.
I find it's lines still corrupt my mind.
In it's image I am defined.
What is this about this that brings me back?
Have I ever even left? But what can I expect?

The beauty, I find it still corrupts my mind.
the beauty, I find, in it's image I'm defined.
Forge my body into steel
while cognizant that this is not real.
Flesh and devotion void of emotion
save for an ounce of ineptitude
and another song to express
my helpless faith in this cage.
Imprisoned for the rest of my life
programmed into my mind, my eyes
I'm fixated, irritated.
Shallow as far as I can perceive
with the disregard of what I believe.

ATREYU - The Crimson

Atreyu - The Crimson

I feel it welling up inside
And Robert Smith lied,
Boys do cry and with
Blood tears in my eyes I’m an Anne Rice novel come to life.
I can’t hide the monster… anymore.
One can, only feel desolate for so long until
One starts to change into
Something the mirror doesn't recognize.
Metamorphosize.
The darkness has been biding its time
To claim its latest victim,
Fresh meat for carnal desires,
To become, what I became.
I viewed the sun for the last time.

Will you still hold me when you see what I have done?
Will you still kiss me the same,
When you taste my victim’s blood?
So crimson and red,
I feel it flowing from your lips. (Crimson and red)
My heart is dead and so are you.

And it pulses through,
The desire to change, to deconstruct
All of my,
All of my, past failings.
But where to begin, because when you live in sin
It’s hard to look at saints,
Without them reflecting your jet black aura back on you.
And all I have is hope
My inner burn’s not fading,
I’ll wipe the blood from my cheek and get on with my day.

Will you still hold me when you see what I have done?
Will you still kiss me the same,
When you taste my victim’s blood?
So crimson and red,
I feel it flowing from your lips. (Crimson and red)
My heart is dead and so are you.

And all I have is hope
And all I need is time
To bury in pine under six feet of time
The lies I told me about myself.
Claw my way out,
Pick the splinters from under my fingernails.
I won’t lose hope,
I won’t give in.
Just live and breathe, try not to die again.
Just live and breathe, try not to die again.
Just live and breathe, try not to die again.
I try not to die again.

Will you still hold me when you see what I have done?
Will you still kiss me the same,
When you taste my victim’s blood?
So crimson and red,
I feel it flowing from your lips. (Crimson and red)
My heart is dead and so are you.

Will you still hold me when you see what I have done?
Will you still kiss me the same,
When you taste my victim’s blood?
So crimson and red,
I feel it flowing from your lips.(When you taste my victim's blood)
My heart is dead and so are you.

EARTHTONE 9 - Tat Twam Asi

Earthtone9 - Tat Twam Asi
tat twam asi
lost in a wilderness
i will build a fire
i become a fire
to swim in the waters
burrowing and bellowing
into a consciousness
kicking against
yet we're needing to want this
sucking and bleeding
now knee deep in substance
pulling and dragging
fail to allow ourselves
as we move to consciousness
as we move through consciousness
as we move to consciousness
driven by need for transecendence
tat twam asi

focus on the focusless
focusless is the focus
look into the self
one name branded deep
burning and singing
the markings of the soul
turning more turning
we assimilate ourselves
needing the push
a sea of flailing limbs
push to create
an equalibrium
as we move to consciousness
as we move through consciousness
as we move to consciousness
driven by need for transecendence