Self-Injury Songs - Alkaline Trio
There's a fire forming, not too far from here
Along the east coast maybe, it resides in you, my dear
Worn out on our courtesy, we've made our curtain calls
Like vampire bats deprived of blood, into the New York City night we crawl
And you've got a funny way of showing off your bathoom surgery
You said you were just cooling down from plans of leaving me
There's something I should tell you, for we may not have much time
I've never met arms like yours
The stars at night are big and bright
Deep in your eyes, Miss Vincent
You told me once I made you smile
But we both know damn well I didn't
I'm not much of a jester, but I'd test poisoned food for you
Your majesty, you're royal blue
I'm royalty, my king of pain
There's a hard rain falling, flooding your attic, it's clear
Can't put out the fire that resides in you, my dear
There's something I should tell you, for we may not have much time
I've never seen scars like yours
The stars at night are big and bright
Deep in your eyes, Miss Vincent
You told me once I made you smile
But we both know damn well I didn't
I'm not much of a jester, but I'd test poisoned food for you
Your majesty, you're royal blue
I'm royalty, my king of pain
The stars at night are big and bright
Deep in your eyes, Miss Vincent
You told me once I made you smile
But we both know damn well I didn't
I'm not much of a jester, but I'd test poisoned food for you
Your majesty, you're royal blue
I'm royalty, my king of pain
-1. Queen Of Pain
~
When was it that you lost your youth or traded
It for something more for them to use so jaded
Why is it that you never said
I love you more than just a friend
I pray this gridlock never ends
And when we get there just depends
I found out recently that you are leaving
For good I hope I softly tell my ceiling
It's better now to be alive
Sleeping is my 9 to 5
I'm having nightmares all the time
Of running out of words that rhyme
Everything that you could never say
Would never matter anyway
I took a hammer and two nails to my eardrums long ago
Before that steak knife took my eyes
I looked up to the sky
For the last thing I would ever see
For the last time I'd cry
When was it that you sold your life or wasted
Every bite of that small slice you never tasted
I guess I should be one to talk
There's nights that I can't even walk
There's days I couldn't give a fuck
And in between is where I'm stuck
From blocks away I heard somebody screaming
That small child inside of you that you left bleeding
You stabbed him up not once but twice
Cubicles will now suffice
Some say it's the roll of the dice
I think they're wrong I know I'm right
Every breath that I could barely breathe
Could barely make it past my teeth
I took a blowtorch to both of my lungs a long long time ago
Every step that i could take
Every one more difficult to make
Mr. Chainsaw came and took my legs a long, long time ago
In case you're wondering
I'm singing about growing up about giving in
In case you're wondering we're singing about growing up
About giving up and giving in
-2. Mr. Chainsaw
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well, it's not fair, it's not even close.
you tied me down,
where i'm forced to watch as you poke holes in every part of me
containing something secretly.
something sacred to me.
i lied my face off when i said that i would be okay,
it's never fine when you go away.
these cuts run deep, these scars are permanent, and always on display.
this makes things difficult for me.
it's not fair, it's not even close.
you fed me the sun,
burned me up inside and watched me choke on everything we did.
on everything we lived.
let's see if i can live again.
i lied my face off when i said that i would be okay,
it's never fine when you go away.
these cuts run deep, these scars are permanent, and always on display.
this makes things difficult for me.
head like an empty, sterile room.
somehow i made a mess.
like watching newborn babies crack from work-related stress.
head like an empty sterile room.
somehow i made a mess.
like watching newborn babies crack from work-related stress.
i'm bad luck, can't fuck got no reflection today.
maybe i'll stay down next time i get hit by a train.
by a train
i lied my face off when i said that i would be okay,
it's never fine when you go away.
-4. I Lied My Face Off
~
Not sure how this is supposed to feel
Cutting like a red hot knife of surgical steel
Brought flesh from the autoclave.
She came, she came with sterile warning
Screaming from her blade, 'I want to make you bleed.'
I watched them fall in line, as I fell victim
To double suicide on your television
We heard our records backwards too many times
I'm wasting my breath, we're wasting our time
Wasting our time
Down on my knees, but not to pray
Hit so hard across the skull, it buckled my legs
They told me I had hell to pay
I came, I came too close to heaven
Had nothing to say for myself
I had to walk away
I watched them fall in line, as I fell victim
To double suicide on your television
We heard our records backwards too many times
I'm wasting my breath, we're wasting our time
Wasting our time
Time
Wasting our time
Wasting our time
I watched them fall in line, as I fell victim
To double suicide on your television
We heard our records backwards too many times
I'm wasting my breath, we're wasting our...
-8. Fall Victim
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You're in the next room sleeping and I'm shouting out a song for you
I shouldn't wake you over the furnace, but I should swear to someone you'd have loved every note
So dream a good one tonight
I'll listen to the bad ones when they come
Get up in my ear 'till I hear every word
Every turn of your tongue, I will tighten my grip
No one could tell even if I fell 100 stories straight down, down, down
No one could tell even if I fell 100 stories down
I was getting bored with hurting myself
If you fall down enough, well soon enough, you will find hell
It can't be as… as pretty as we hoped it would be
It's not even warm here, not even ten degrees
This bed is too big to sleep in, and I'm dying just to feel you breathe
You couldn't see across the ocean, but I was turning over 'till the vampires sleep
So dream a good one tonight
I'll listen to the bad ones when they come
Get up in my ear 'till I hear every word
Every turn of your tongue, I will tighten my grip
No one could tell even if I fell 100 stories straight down, down, down
No one could tell even if I fell 100 stories down
I was getting bored with hurting myself
If you fall down enough, well soon enough, you will find hell
It can't be as… as pretty as we hoped it would be
It's not even warm here, not even ten degrees
Dream a good one tonight
Dream a good one tonight
Dream a good one tonight
Dream a good one tonight
I was getting bored with hurting myself
So dream a good one tonight
I was getting bored with hurting myself
So dream a good one tonight
I was getting bored with hurting myself
So dream a good one tonight
I was getting bored with hurting myself
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