Self-Injury Songs - Senses Fail
And it's 4am and we will stalk again
The princess and her bitter queen.
On the 4th day of July
Deep in summers eye,
Naked like the truth should always be.
So speak your knives.
(Don't follow, with your foot)
All this pain here,
(All comes from your dry lung)
I won't listen
(Your rhetoric is fleeting)
My lies are fixed with glue.
Coming straight from off the water
Sunburned face and drunken father
Crying as she's carving in her flesh.
And it's 4am and we will stalk again
The princess and her bitter queen.
On the 4th day of July
Deep in summers eye,
Naked like the truth should always be.
This false art
(Of palm trees and trash heaps)
This burning bed
(Where my ghost will now sleep)
Watching romance from a far seat
Bleeding from the glass on my feet
Learning that I love the smell of flesh.
And it's 4am and we will stalk again
The princess and her bitter queen.
On the 4th day of July
Deep in summers eye,
Naked like the truth should always be.
An angel on his two knees
Arms stretched towards the red sea
Of violence and a sultry tongue
The scenic view of carnage
'Caused by the sword in his hands
The beauty resonates in birth.
It's plain to see the wind beneath the trees.
Flowing free, the summer breeze is sweet.
I lay in space choked by my own air.
I love the taste of your blackened lips.
And it's 4am and we will stalk again
The princess and her bitter queen.
On the 4th day of July
Deep in summers eye,
Naked like the truth should always be.
-9. NJ Falls Into The Atlantic
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Life, is floating fast away.
But I look, your head is turned away.
From the moment you left I knew that something wasn't right.
But the feeling inside has kept me up all night.
You and me are like one heart-beat.
You and me are like one heart-beat.
So slice open my veins.
And let, the romance bleed away.
From the moment you left I knew that something wasn't right.
But the feeling inside has kept me up all night.
You and me are like one heart-beat.
You and me are like one heart-beat.
Back into what I thought I knew, these words inside me, tell me what to do.
My heart held, in the palm of your hand.
(Forget my name) Now I know, the way to go, this place inside my demented mind.
(Forget my name) You saw me bleeding on the bathroom floor.
(Forget my name) This time in silence, this time I win.
(Forget my name) This time in silence, this time I win.
(Forget my name) This time in silence, this time I win.
(Forget my name) Now you will feel my pain
Forget my name
Forget my name
Forget my name
Forget my name
-3. Bloody Romance
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So let me take this medicine
To quench my love for violent things
My swan song will
Be like a bullet laced in anger
As the razor cuts a soft spot
On your heel.
(Each breath) is getting slower
(This war) is getting harder
To fight by myself
(Sick waves) of bitter fashion,
(Ripped down) the shield that I have
Tears rain from above.
Do you see?
The life I lead?
So follow me into the sun,
And I will bleed, the poisons dry.
These bayonet scars never cease
To blind the light shed from the beast
And all we do is hate.
(Eyes shot) from constant visions.
(Angels) are rendered useless
Good has lost it's heart.
Do you see?
The life I lead?
So follow me into the sun,
And I will bleed, the poisons dry.
For you
(For you!)
Bite to break skin,
Don't give the secret,
My stoic face,
Beaten with passion
The phoenix will die
Inside the fire storm
I am the son
So follow my footsteps.
-5. Bite to Break Skin
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I won't forget the day that, that I came to
And I started thinking that there's more
Than just perfect prom queens and silver spoons
And all I ever wanted was someone to
knock me back to the bliss of ignorance
'Cause I feel like running head first into traffic.
And so I'm here to say
That thoughts in bed with pain.
I won't forget the day that, that I found God
In a kitchen knife now and on my arm
So paint the pale white floor with, with my red life
And tell myself this pain is the pain I love
As I swallow the pills of happiness
And you watch me fall like New York in an earthquake
And so I'm here to say
That thoughts in bed with pain.
I stand outside my pretty house
I light a match to start the fire
I call the cops to let 'em know
It's 22 Walthery Ave.
I thought I wanted this.
I thought I wanted this.
(I'm here to say)
I said I wanted some more attention
I thought I wanted a story ending.
(I love the pain, I hate the pain)
I just give in.
(I love the pain, I hate the pain)
I think that the truth is I'm scared
I think that I'm just scared to live
I think that the truth is I'm scared
I think that the truth is I'm everything that I hate.
-12. Angela Baker and my Obsession with Fire
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