The Power Of Suggestion

All eyes on the system placed before you.
no time for an explanation.
Deceitful. Why we dance in (these circles)
if you listen
close enough
Doesn't it feel like a broken record
slicing through the skin?
the sound has been over played and overrated
but the dance sure takes a long time don't it?
We go round and round.
Forget the heart, the life, the scene, the stage, the sound.
We go all round on display
I quess the powers that we will see
it's time to make our decision and if you listen
close enough...
Doesn't it feel like a broken record?
Slicing through the skin
the sound has been over played and overrated
and do I exist to satisfy you
and satisfy nothing
I'm right here and I hoping to be something,
to mean something to somebody at all.
but it's the same old song, one dance
with the same old song.
Same old song...

Doesn't it feel like a broken record, a broken record?
I exist to satisfy you, to satisfy nothing!
Fear steers progress...
but right know I'm hoping to be something
that means something to somebody at all!
But it's same old song.


.- Sinch

Snuff

Bury all your secrets in my skin
Come away with innocence, and leave me with my sins
The air around me still feels like a cage
And love is just a camouflage for what resembles rage again…

So if you love me, let me go. And run away before I know.
My heart is just too dark to care. I can't destroy what isn't there.
Deliver me into my Fate - If I'm alone I cannot hate
I don't deserve to have you…
My smile was taken long ago / If I can change I hope I never know

I still press your letters to my lips
And cherish them in parts of me that savor every kiss
I couldn't face a life without your light
But all of that was ripped apart… when you refused to fight

So save your breath, I will not hear. I think I made it very clear.
You couldn't hate enough to love. Is that supposed to be enough?
I only wish you weren't my friend. Then I could hurt you in the end.
I never claimed to be a Saint…
My own was banished long ago / It took the Death of Hope to let you go

So Break Yourself Against My Stones
And Spit Your Pity In My Soul
You Never Needed Any Help
You Sold Me Out To Save Yourself
And I Won't Listen To Your Shame
You Ran Away - You're All The Same
Angels Lie To Keep Control…
My Love Was Punished Long Ago
If You Still Care, Don't Ever Let Me Know
If you still care, don't ever let me know…

by Slipknot.

I am just a worthless liar

There's a shadow just behind me
Shrouding every step I take
Making every promise empty
Pointing every finger at me

Waiting like a stalking butler
Who upon the finger rests
Murder now the path called "must we"
Just before the son has come

Jesus, won't you f**king whistle
Something but the past and done?
Jesus, won't you f**king whistle
Something but the past and done?

Why can't we not be sober?
I just want to start this over
Why can't we drink forever?
I just want to start this over

I am just a worthless liar
I am just an imbecile
I will only complicate you
Trust in me and fall as well

I will find a center in you
I will chew it up and leave
I will work to elevate you
Just enough to bring you down

Mother Mary won't you whisper
Something but what's past and done? [x2]

Why can't we not be sober?
I just want to start things over
Why can't we sleep forever?
I just want to start this over

I am just a worthless liar
I am just an imbecile
I will only complicate you
Trust in me and fall as well

I will find a center in you
I will chew it up and leave
Trust me [x5]

Why can't we not be sober?
I just want to start things over
Why can't we sleep forever?
I just want to start this over

I want what I want [x4]

Medio alcoholico melancolico

En estos dias oscuros se me ha olvidado quien soy yo
Si somos mil o somos dos, si somos tu si somos yo
Un tonto en el infinito, llorando deshidratado
Un moribundo tranquilo, un condenado salvado.

Un Loco medio alcoholico, un poco melancolico
Un Lobo solitario, Un animal mal herido
Un tanto paranoico, 100% molido
Un Loco medio alcoholico, Un poco melancolico
Un Loco medio alcoholico Un poco melancolico

En estos dias oscuros se me ha olvidado quien soy yo
Si somos mil o somos dos, si somos tu si somos yo
Un gato solo en el balcon siempre caia parado
Se le olvido como caer de pie se desplomo como un plomo

Un Loco medio alcoholico, un poco melancolico
Un Lobo solitario, Un animal mal herido
Un tanto paranoico, 100% molido
Un Loco medio alcoholico, Un poco melancolico
Un Loco medio alcoholico Un poco melancolico

En estos dias oscuros uohohhhhhh
Se me olvidado quien soy yo!

The unrequited dream, the song that no one sings, the unattainable.

She seemed dressed in all of me,
stretched across my shame.
All the torments and the pain,
leak through and covered me.
I'd do anything to have her to myself,
just to have her for myself.
Now I don't know what to do,
I don't know what to do
When she makes me sad.

She is everything to me, the unrequited dream,
the song that no one sings, the unattainable.
She's a myth that I have to believe in,
all I need to make it real is one more reason.

I don't know what to do,
I don't know what to do
When she makes me sad.

But I won't let this build up inside of me,
I won't let this build up inside of me,
I won't let this build up inside of me,
I won't let this build up inside of me.

A catch in my throat,
Choke,
Torn into pieces,
I won't,
no,
I don't want to be this,
But I won't let this build up inside of me,
I won't let this build up inside of me,
I won't let this build up inside of me,
I won't let this build up inside of me.

She isn't real,
I can't make her real.
She isn't real,
I can't make her real.

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FOXTVSYNDROME

Morir Matando

La oración del padre

General McArthur

Dame, oh Señor, un hijo que sea lo bastante fuerte para saber cuando es débil, y lo bastante valeroso para enfrentarse consigo mismo cuando sienta miedo; un hijo que sea orgulloso e inflexible en la derrota honrada, y humilde y magnánimo en la victoria.
Dame un hijo que nunca doble la espalda cuando deba erguir el pecho; un hijo que sepa conocerte a Ti... y conocerse a sí mismo, que es la piedra fundamental de todo conocimiento.

Condúcelo, te lo ruego, no por el camino cómodo y fácil, sino por el camino áspero, aguijoneado por las dificultades y los retos.
Allí déjale aprender a sostenerse firme en la tempestad y a sentir compasión por los que fallan.

Dame un hijo cuyo corazón sea claro, cuyos ideales sean altos; un hijo que se domine a sí mismo antes que pretenda dominar a los demás; un hijo que aprenda a reír, pero que también sepa llorar; un hijo que avance hacia el futuro, pero que nunca olvide el pasado.

Y después que le hayas dado todo eso, agrégale, te suplico, suficiente sentido del buen humor, de modo que pueda ser siempre serio, pero que no se tome a sí mismo demasiado en serio. Dale humildad para que pueda recordar siempre la sencillez de la verdadera grandeza, la imparcialidad de la verdadera sabiduría, la mansedumbre de la verdadera fuerza.

Entonces, yo, su padre, me atreveré a murmurar: `No he vivido en vano’