Post relatable lyrics.
>Self-deprecating thoughts interrupting all the time
>Emphasizing all the traits that I wish weren't mine
>They speak louder than everybody
>Try to keep my eyes closed as my outlook isn't bright
>Compulsively complaining when I haven't got the right
>I hate the ways that I think and act
>I want to end reality but I feel hesitant
>Optimistic that the future will be more concerned than the present
>And so for today I'll remain intact
>>28556983
maybe stop being a pretentious faggot and either kill yourself or shut the fuck up and fix your life
>>28556983
You know it ain't easy
For these thoughts here to leave me
There's no words to describe it
In French or in English
'Cause, diamonds they fade
And flowers they bloom
And I'm telling you
These feelings won't go away
No more deluded by reaction,
On tyrants only we'll make war!
The soldiers too will take strike action,
They'll break ranks and fight no more!
And if those cannibals keep trying,
To sacrifice us to their pride,
They soon shall hear the bullets flying,
We'll shoot the generals on our own side.
So comrades, come rally,
And the last fight let us face.
The Internationale,
Unites the human race.
So comrades, come rally,
And the last fight let us face.
The Internationale,
Unites the human race.
>>28557015
How is that pretentious? Do you know what that word means?
>>28556983
But when your Hustler subscription and your Xanax prescriptions
Make you feel lonelier instead
You don't want to hear about all those starving children
You don't want to be told it's all in your head
Cause if it's all in your heaaaad
that's terrible
>>28556983
a fuck nigga, thats that shit i dont like
a bitch nigga, thats that shit i dont like
sneak diss us thats that shit i dont like
>getsuyoubi na no ni
>kigen warui no dou suru yo?
Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
Fritter and waste the hours in an off-hand way
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way
Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain
You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun
And you run and you run to catch up with the sun but it's sinking
Racing around to come up behind you again
The sun is the same in a relative way, but you're older
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death
Every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way
The time is gone, the song is over, thought I'd something more to say
I love to sleep, cause I pretend that I'm dead
But I hate waking up cause it's hard to forget
That I've lost all control of this life that I've held so dear.
And I wait for the bus but I'm not on the bench,
I'm just spread across the ground making friends with cement,
Hoping that the bus won't miss me when it comes my way.
Well I made a few jokes but they said they weren't funny.
I tried to force a smile but they said it was ugly.
I tried to make a friend but no one was a friend to me.
Poured my heart to a girl and it went on the floor,
And I asked her what she wanted and she said she wanted more.
I tried to find a lover, all I found was an enemy.
Well I stand in front of the mirror and look at myself.
And I don't make a sound but my eyes scream out help
And I start to struggle to hold myself back,
From thrusting my head straight through the fucking glass
And I'm tired of falling for girls that don't care,
And breaking my back to try to make them aware
That I'm more than depressed and their time won't be wasted
But I am just a broken boy that no one wants to play with.
Now I'm lost in this hole and I'm sure I am stuck
And I can't run away 'cause I'm lazy as fuck.
So I sit on the floor as I gather my thoughts
And they're full of broken promises that only piss me off.
Well I lost control when I was only a boy,
The world taught me angst when I deserved joy.
Now I'm breaking down as I struggle to breathe,
Cause I believe in a god who won't believe in me.
Well I stand in front of the mirror and look at myself.
And I don't make a sound but my eyes scream out help
And I start to struggle to hold myself back,
From thrusting my head straight through the fucking glass
And I'm tired of falling for girls that don't care,
And breaking my back to try to make them aware
That I'm more than depressed and their time won't be wasted
But I am just a broken boy that no one wants to play with.
>>28556983
This dreadful emptiness,
The cold, cold world.
You slammend the door on me,
you locked me in the cold.
>And when I'm lying in my bed
>I think about life
>and I think about death
>and neither one particularly appeals to me
>and if the day came when I felt a natural emotion
>I'd get such a shock I'd probably lie
>in the middle of the street and die
>I'd lie down and die
commentius originalus
>>28556983
Where is my life
My back aches from the knife
There's too much strife
And Suffering
Take me back
Just take me back
To a time
when I was
nothing
These knives are softer than broken dreams.
Blood and tears are on the floor.
I can't remember a time when I was good at something
This is my tigersuit. (repeat)
Cause I'm a fucking lamb.
Blood and tears are on the floor.
I start to lick them.
They are my daily bread.
This is my tigersuit.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SfivkS4A1UE
>>28558774
Oh shit this is awkward. I thought we were making our own lyrics.
Another one I really like. Old skramz band really kicked it up a notch lyrically
Since a broken elegy for a city of smoke and decay; whose alleys are choking with collapsed hopes and ravaged hearts. these high-rises serve as tombstones, from our neighbors' eyes rise smoke. we're buckling under gridlocked grievances & a century of fear. so: my friends are all dead, otherwise they're dying. all so fucking lonely, never alone. we can dwell on what's missing. dwell on what might've been. we hide behind double locked doors. no, there's no hope here. there's barely life here. we're ashen & sallow; we're all fucked. we're only kids and we're part of the machine.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JoI8zR7GfnQ
>You are my secrets on the front page every week
>You are the car I never should have bought
>You are the dream I never should have caught
>You are the cut that makes me hide my face
>You are the party that makes me feel my age
>Like a car crash I can see but I just can't avoid
>Like a plane I've been told I never should board
>Like a film that's so bad but I've got to stay till the end
>Let me tell you now: it's lucky for you that we're friends.
who else hereVenture Bros
>but I do wake you up, and when I do, you blaze down the hall and you scream
>I'm in my room with the headphones on, deep in the dream chamber
>and then I'm awake and I'm guarding my face, hoping that you don't break my stereo cause it's the one thing that I couldn't live without
>and so I think about that and I sorta black out, held under these smothering waves by your strong and thick veined hand
>but one of these days, I'm going to wriggle up on dry land
