to all my friends you’re all gonna die and I’ll be stuck never wondering why I ain’t sad. I’m more so upset it was such a selfish manner in which all of you left I talked to god, he saved you some grace not to count up all the time that you wasted you cheated death and that’s ok but according to his watch you were already late to question god is to question my faith but heaven seems like such a questionable place (it is) but while I’m here I know I’m alive and it hurts me to know that you’re all gonna die
to all my friends you’ve already died and I am stuck wondering why see I ain’t mad, and I ain’t upset because I’m the closest thing to sainthood you never will get I talked to god, he saved you a place a spot too far for you to spit in his face because I never asked for you to believe I just asked for you to say ‘goodbye’, before you leave
I hate say, ‘I told you so’ ‘I told you so’
our memories at discount rates still we can’t afford it I believe in something so I hope you’re going somewhere
to all my friends who’d rather get high I’ll be at ground level watching you die fuck drugs and fuck straight edge those are both the things that got the best of my friends and to all the girls that make it a trend to fuck all of my friends we’ll all die of the same disease whether you got it in bed or you got it on your knees
can’t wait to say, ‘I told you so’ I told you so
the boulder on my back has been washed away the worst part is, I don’t miss the weight the tide is high and they’re washing face within the sea of time pissed away the boulder on my back has been washed away the worst part is I don’t miss the weight when the tide is high I’ll watch them sink into the sea of misery
to all my friends this is the end I’ll leave you six feet under with those shit eating grins to all my friends this is the end and this is way more important than that bullshit with ben to all my friends who’d rather be dead I refuse to let you leave without this song in your head
Am I the only one or am I just one of many? Because I need to know just how far you spread this suffering. Bury your head just like the child that you are, just like the child that you’ve always been. But I’m sure you’re swollen chest will find way to boast of all the wrong you’ve done.
Man where did this syg go? These lyrics were so good and they had a much better sound.
“Stand down
Manifesting a destiny of unavoidable doom Black wolves are gnashing at our heels Fangs of accountability all unforeseen or intentionally neglected?
The degradation of a home Humanity sits on its throne Cover your eyes and ears and know we can’t escape the consequence
And now the rising of septic tides as refuse litters the Pacific Gyre We continue to drown the ocean in its own waters Stand down, Stand down Time’s out now Kill like we know how Killing like we’re allowed!
The degradation of a home Humanity is so lost Cover your eyes and ears and know (without remorse) we can’t escape the consequence
And everything’s ending..
Make way A failed culture makes its mark existing only to destroy what came first With no regard for creation, men play God, drop unstoppable bombs All institutions are wrong, but none of them will ever stop!
Make way for man, Make way for man, Make way for man, Make way for man Bombs away, Bombs away, Bombs Away NO ESCAPE!
Now turn the other cheek and pretend Full speed to hatred forcing life against its will Full speed ‘til we’re dead, We can’t escape the consequence
we can’t escape the consequence Bombs Away The degradation of a home Bombs Away Humanity sits on its throne Bombs Away Cover your eyes and ears and know Bombs Away we can’t escape the consequence..
“I would rather be ashes than dust! I would rather that my spark should burn out in a brilliant blaze than it should be stifled by dry-rot. I would rather be a superb meteor, every atom of me in magnificent glow, than a sleepy and permanent planet. The proper function of man is to live, not to exist. I shall not waste my days trying to prolong them. I shall use my time.”
- Jack London
Chris.
20.
Born OC.
Live Seattle.
Circa Survive.
Blink 182.
Animals.
Art.
Books.
Biophile.