| mewithoutYou – Paper Hanger Lyrics | 19 years ago |
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when he says "If you're still looking for a blanket Sweetie, I'm sorry, I'm no sort of fabric" its like she's looking for security in him but he reconizes he cant help her and is telling her to give it over to God because only he can truely help |
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| P.O.D. – Guitarras De Amor Lyrics | 19 years ago |
| dude i played it backwards as well its awesome | |
| mewithoutYou – Bullet to Binary Lyrics | 19 years ago |
| Hye if you guys like Mewithout you listen to "Lifestoy:monologue" theyre alot like mewithout you and i can see them being just as good when they develope further | |
| Zao – Free The Three Lyrics | 20 years ago |
| Sorry I added the lyricstwice in the same entrybut you get the idea | |
| Zao – Free The Three Lyrics | 20 years ago |
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I found the lyrics for the whole acoustic part of the song hope they help anyone who was looking for them You've failed to do your job.Superstitions cover up.They'll pay because of your mistakes.They'll pay because of your mistakes.You lie, you lie, you lie and they pay. You fail, you fail, you fail and they pay. You lie, you lie, you lie and they pay. You fail, you fail, you fail, and they pay. Superstition! They're only children! Blinded Vision! False Ambition! Superstition! They're only children! Blinded Vision! False Ambition! [Spoken Part]: May 5, 1993, 3 8 year-old boys disappear from a West Memphis, Arkansas neighbourhood. The next day at 1:45 p.m. their bodies are found in a creek. The police, having no previous experience in this type of murder, trample the site, destroying many important artifacts.There was very little effort to preserve the documents. They were inadequately trained. Even a man was seen smoking a cigarette on the crime scene. The police decided that the triple homicide was performed by satanic cults. The three, questioned and arrested, were Damien, Jesse, and Jason. Put under by the superstitions of the foolish police work, and the inadequacy of their investigations. Can you show me how they're guilty? x2 You liars! You killers! You liars! You killers! You liars! You killers! You liars! You killers! You fools of superstition! Blame the unholy children! With your false ambitions and your blinded vision. Free The Three! Free The Three! You lie, you lie, you lie and they pay. You fail, you fail, you fail and they pay. You lie, you lie, you lie and they pay. You fail, you fail, you fail and they pay You've failed to do your job.Superstitions cover up.They'll pay because of your mistakes.They'll pay because of your mistakes.You lie, you lie, you lie and they pay. You fail, you fail, you fail and they pay. You lie, you lie, you lie and they pay. You fail, you fail, you fail, and they pay. Superstition! They're only children! Blinded Vision! False Ambition! Superstition! They're only children! Blinded Vision! False Ambition! [Spoken Part]: May 5, 1993, 3 8 year-old boys disappear from a West Memphis, Arkansas neighbourhood. The next day at 1:45 p.m. their bodies are found in a creek. The police, having no previous experience in this type of murder, trample the site, destroying many important artifacts.There was very little effort to preserve the documents. They were inadequately trained. Even a man was seen smoking a cigarette on the crime scene. The police decided that the triple homicide was performed by satanic cults. The three, questioned and arrested, were Damien, Jesse, and Jason. Put under by the superstitions of the foolish police work, and the inadequacy of their investigations.> Can you show me how they're guilty? x2 You liars! You killers! You liars! You killers! You liars! You killers! You liars! You killers! You fools of superstition! Blame the unholy children! With your false ambitions and your blinded vision. Free The Three! Free The Three! You lie, you lie, you lie and they pay. You fail, you fail, you fail and they pay. You lie, you lie, you lie and they pay. You fail, you fail, you fail and they pay |
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| Sullivan – The Charity of Saint Elizabeth Lyrics | 20 years ago |
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Here are the full lyrics Cold and fever wrap disease around your neck. Here's hemostats to stop the flow of blood. Summer freckles hide the roses on your cheeks. Does heaven keep a place for her inside? Breathe until it freezes, colors carry phantoms to theirs graves. What leaks in, will seep out, the run-off from the gutter tells the story of our child. The message in the water, "the kids are going home tonight" I know the voice of orderly all too well. "Call the parents on theirs cell phones." You see, they need to get get here right now, because there is an angel in the place of the boy next door. "I'm afraid I've got some bad news" Something's in this room tonight, and something's in this place and I'm right here waiting. Something's in this room tonight, death has found escape and I'm right here waiting and I'm right here. Look under the bed. Stop striking matches to disguise the smell, we all know, all day all night all we hear, is blue bouncing through the walls as Madre' Santiago takes a knee and she screams to the fluorescents. "All our lives for this one night." "Our sleep can't hide from you." "So take my dreams in place of me." "I reach my hand to you." Something's in this room tonight, and something's in this place and I'm right here waiting. Something's in this room tonight, death has found escape and I'm right here waiting and I'm right here. Look under the bed. Slip through the crack, a gathering of adults, white skirts, blue-green scrubs shaking their heads. Stop pointing your fingers and making your rounds, its not going to be me, its not going to be me. |
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