Find answers on the street
In cracks between my feet
But I can’t see

Try so hard in vain
To wipe away the stain
Of everyday pain

And you never see me walking towards you
If you did I would surely fade
And you never feel me trying to hold you
If you did I would surely fade away

With the wounded in my way
so much more to say
But not today

I wonder if it will turn
Not fall apart and burn
When will I learn

And you never see me walking towards you
If you did I would surely fade
And you never see me trying to hold you
If you did I would surely fade away

By: Archive Band

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http://www.mediafire.com/file/ymzmtqminaz/07 – i will fade.mp3

Take a breath

Hold it in

Start a fight

You won’t win

Had enough

Let’s begin

Nevermind

I don’t care

All in all

You’re no good

You don’t cry

Like you should

Let it go

If you could

When love dies in the end

So I’ll find what lies beneath

Your sick twisted smile….

The losers are the winners
The saints are the sinners
The angels in heaven
Keep falling, keep falling

God is no forgiver
He demands and you deliver
The demons in hell
Keep calling, keep calling

through the night shall all wash away
All the horrors of the day
And a little angel on my side
Tries to make it all worthwhile
And with a little beauty in my bed
I still wish that I was dead

No rose without a thorn
Dead before you’re born
A world full of nothing
So keep praying, keep praying

Minutes seem like days
Since fire ruled the sky
The rich became the beggars
And the fools became the wise
Memories linger in my brain
Of burning from the acid rain
A pain I never have won

Shades of death are all I see
Fragments of what used to be

Who’ll ride this dying carousel?

Four rusted horses strangled by their own rope

What children love is singing

“we’ll know that their tied hearts sit broke”

That their tied hearts sit broke

Everyone will come, everyone will come to my funeral

To make sure that I stay dead

Everyone will come, everyone will come to my funeral

To make sure that I stay dead

You can’t take this from me (forbidden in Heaven and useless in Hell)

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Violent chaos haunting me
Mirror of countless human tragedies
Times of horror, constant lies
Totalitarians autocracy’s demise
Fake peace a necrologue for the elite
Brutality among the weak
While children die for Armageddon victory’s breed
This necrologue for the elite
Like raging beasts among the sheep
While flags are waving everywhere
They scream

Hordes of chaos
Hordes of chaos
Everyone against everyone – chaos
Hordes of chaos
Hordes of chaos
Everyone against everyone – chaos

Mudslides and suicides
Earthquakes and gamma rays
Devilish acts of God above
Carried to heaven by a dirty white dove

And in the corner there’s a broken man
His fingers are on the trigger now
And as the smell of dying embers
And rusty strings on his bow

Yeah, we must aim for the stars and we are gonna get up high
We must build another tower and make it though the fires
We must sail the seven seas now the water abound
We shall cease the deceased until the angels come around
With noting more to come…

That’s me in the corner
That’s me in the spotlight
Losing my religion
Trying to keep up with you
And I don’t know if I can do it

Consider this
The hint of the century
Consider this
The slip that brought me
To my knees failed
What if all these fantasies
Come flailing around

I thought that I heard you Crying
I thought that I heard you Scream
I think I thought I saw you Die

Now Ive said too much

Go tell your classes, go dig you graves
Then fill your mouth with all the money you will save
Sinking in, getting smaller again
Undone, it has begun, I’m not the only one

And the rain will kill us all
If we throw ourselves against the wall
But no one else can see
The preservation of the martyr in me

Psychosocial, psychosocial, psychosocial

Who needs another mess, we could start over
Just look me in the eyes and say I’m wrong
Now there’s only emptiness but I’m missing something
I think we’re done, I’m not the only one