Tuesday, November 16, 2010

This Martyr’s Weekend

Look over at the candle’s flicker

Blow it out, put it out of it’s misery,

You’re not considerate, I wouldn’t consider that,

You just like sitting in the dark you made.

 

You’re a martyr who died with the devil’s tongue in your ear,

Every prayer you ever whispered was, for them to hear

 

Oh, oh,

Kneel, oh,

3 days, spent dead,

3 days, spent dead.

Cross your heart, hope not to die,

Not tonight,

Just one more sunrise,

Let them see you kneel.

 

Christen me the antichrist,

But you have no idea what you say,

Lead me up to your altar,

Let me sit here and stare,

You wear a mask, so no one can see,

Just how little you care.

 

You’re a martyr who died with the devil’s tongue in your mouth,

You ask him where you’re going but you can figure it out.

 

Oh, oh,

Kneel, oh,

3 days, spent dead,

3 days, spent dead.

Cross your heart, hope not to die,

Not tonight,

Just one more sunrise,

Let them see you kneel.

Monday, November 15, 2010

Play Dead

My fear feeds me all my nerves worst nightmares.

One at a time, til I can’t close my eyes,

And I can’t even pretend like you might care.

Teach me how to pick myself apart.

 

Silently in my saltwater grave,

Rejected by a world,

Overrun with mistakes,

That won’t take me alive.

Play dead til they close the lights.

 

Spirits tell me my suspicions were right,

It was the wrong idea, letting myself come here,

And I can’t pretend like it should even matter to you.

Teach me how to pick myself apart.

 

Silently in my saltwater grave,

Rejected by a world,

Overrun with mistakes,

That won’t take me alive.

Play dead til they close the lights.

 

You taught me well.

You taught me well.

Silently in my saltwater grave,

Rejected by a world,

Overrun with mistakes,

That won’t take me alive.

Play dead til they close the lights.

Silently in my saltwater grave,

Rejected by a world,

Overrun with mistakes,

That won’t take me alive.

Play dead til they close the lights.

Chorus

Let’s dance on all their graves,

Barefoot on our wedding days,

Cause we’re alive,

Oh every breath is a sign

Of our own survival as we survive.