so here's the sum of our parts: an overwhelming willingness to expire and ugly hands that were built for breaking the ugly second chance that i'm taking. we'll realize that we're brilliant at dying as more bullets kiss, and more blades cushion our akward movements. so don't look at me when we all run out of room for caring, and bury hope with our useless hearts. i've started digging graves for everyone, and my hand is getting tired from writing out this killing spree. so it's reaching time. reach for home where everyone is waiting to forget you. reach forward and prop yourself up on the smiling skulls of liars. i'm reaching into my pocket, but the gun's already gone off. you want to talk about pain? let's talk about pain, motherfucker. it's something i know everything about and soon you'll understand why. please stop me before i kill again. i'm reaching in my chest, but the killswitch on my heart is broken and i've been dead for years...and then i realized the truth; we're forest fires waiting to happen, and buildings designed to collapse. i can't wait to watch you burn and fall.


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    General Commentaw, c'mon people..

    no comments on this masterpeice? i am in awe. Boys night out have the most amazing way of spitting out lyrics and making them entwine together so masterfully.

    "i'm reaching in my chest, but the killswitch on my heart is broken and i've been dead for years...and then i realized the truth; we're forest fires waiting to happen, and buildings designed to collapse. i can't wait to watch you burn and fall."

    i love that
    empty_satireon March 28, 2003   Link
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    General Commentohhh the love in this song <333
    xslicexpaperxwristxon April 19, 2003   Link
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    General CommentBNO kick your ass and do stuff to your Mom.

    They are excellent.
    mashwon August 24, 2005   Link
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    General Commentbest boys night out song. wish they were still good.
    avengedsurviveon October 11, 2010   Link
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    General CommentWhen I was in high school art class, I was big into stacking cut out sheets of words (usually song lyrics, poetry, pages from books, et cetera) in different sizes and fonts to make different shades of grey from a distance to make an image. The first piece I did in this style resulted in detention, because without my knowing, the phrase, "You want to talk about pain? Let's talk about pain, motherfucker." was in the dead center of the focal point of the image. I blame Boys Night Out's excellent outlet of expression for my not so excellent teenage outlet of expression's downfall.
    lordimwalkingdownthelineon May 10, 2011   Link

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