Dear live journal-evergreen terrace take this moment to see what you begun display this moment to show what youve become All eyes must be on you. It's a pity you're addicted too. Now go ahead, manipulate them. Initiating doubt, a new dynamic found. By sharing all your weightless problems. All on the outside looking in. Take this moment to see what you've begun. Display this moment to show what you've become. moment "to show" what you've become. Defined by what you sell, those lies packaged well. But you know that we can see right through you. Attention's wearing thin so type it out again. I hope this all made you happy. Forfeit all of your integrity for a temporary high. Lay it all out for the world to see. Manufacture one more lie. Atreyu-the remembarence ballad(definetly not a ballad tho) These days are closing in The end has become apparent We're only here for so long Will anyone remember my name When time has washed away the dust of our ashes? When my head rests in a velvet lined casket? What's out there? What is my eternal fate? It only just recently hit me That this life is just a state Mortality fading, like the innocence of love I'm scared to death of what's to become Of my immortal soul of this eternal flame Will you remember? Will your heart sing with pain? Who calls out my name? Who can tell me what happens When my eyes close for the last time? Does it all simply end in a blanket of darkness What of my soul, what of my soul? All those things you couldn't say You should've said All those I-love-you's lost Weighed more like lead on your chest What if I could take back all those misspent days? Every second of anger, I would wash my sins away Killswitch Engage-my last seranade This revelation is the death of ignorance Tangled in a state of suffocation Slave to self righteousness Damnation is on your lips From sorrow to serenity, the truth is absolution, From sorrow to serenity, its on your head This is my last serenade I feel you as you fall away This is my last serenade From yourself you can't run away It's your choice, Point the finger But it's on your head Your destination is a choice within yourself Will you rise or become a slave To self righteousness Open up your heart and gaze within Norma Jean-Boyonetwork We walked on glass all day long, with eyes rolled back. It came with smiles, it came with gestures, and it came with motives. Investing flowers in one hand and a blade in the other, This is between me and this blade, and my heart. Distributing rusty knives in these countless attractive letters, With a directional diagram of a guilty heart. "Insert knife here." Lack of thought on this subject has attested catastrophic. Come one, come all, introduce knife to heart. With our eyes rolled back.