Where You Stand

Oh, it was like gasoline,

To a fire already fueled.

Oh it was everything,

Was just slipping, slipping away.

Oh, it was like your guillotine,

Too bad you already lost your head,

Oh it was like some kind of dream,

Where the nightmare never ends,

Oh it was like your childhood,

You can’t help being raised by a hurricane.

 

Who taught you how to love yourself?

And made you into a man?

Such a beautiful, first mistake,

But they only see you where you stand,

I know that you can love yourself,

If you only let yourself,

Live again.

 

Oh it was like heaven,

The calm in the eyes of the storm.

Oh it was like the beginning,

Back to when you meant something,

Oh it was like lightning,

When it hits you right between the eyes,

Oh it was like your paradise,

Hanging gently from a fragile string,

Oh it was like music box,

With that one same line it always sings.

 

Oh it was like tragedy,

Oh it was like tragedy,

A slow moving current of help me.

 

Who taught you how to love yourself?

And made you into a man?

Such a beautiful, first mistake,

But they only see you where you stand,

I know that you can love yourself,

If you only let yourself,

Live again.

Who taught you how to love yourself?

And made you into a man?

Such a beautiful, first mistake,

But they only see you where you stand,

I know that you can love yourself,

If you only let yourself,

Live again.

Blind and Bloody

Why am I always the wrong one?

Unsafe in what I say.

Prove me stupid, I dare you.

I bet it’s easier than you’d think.

Talk about me, I’m not there,

I lose my sight, nothing’s clear.

Spit your smoke at me,

Attack me from my sides,

When I’m blind, and bloody.

 

Why am I always the sad one?

Crying in the corner,

Left here to contemplate,

The choice of words, I never say.

It’s easier than you’d think.

Silence me, easily,

Tape my eyes shut,

Tell me what is real.

Spit your smoke at me,

Attack me from my sides,

When I’m blind, and bloody.

 

Oh, spit it out, spit it out,

I’m sorry for what I said,

Beat it out of me,

Beat it out of me,

That rebellious streak you see,

Sticks and stones, they break my bones,

My spirit left a long time ago.

 

Spit your smoke at me,

Attack me from my sides,

When I’m blind, and bloody.

Spit your smoke at me,

Attack me from my sides,

When I’m blind, and bloody.

War

Here they come so hide the guns,

Before you start a war.