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goodbye cruel world
if these walls could speak, they wouldn't
epic le finn
neo-freudian cosmopolitan
drama
caesar and his rosary
the rise and fall of rome

[goodbye cruel world]
we've got a long road ahead, but we've gotta start from right here,
and i want you to know, that i'll be there by your side,
and i still remember the things you said to me,
and everyone, who's been there for me,
we won't stop,
and let this pass us by,
we won't stop,
and miss this for a lie,
i'll repaint your eyes,
mascara-ed, un-hollowed eyes,
i'll be by your side,
forever (whoa yeah),

i'll stop the world,
i will stop the world, and start new with you.



[if these walls could speak, they wouldn't]
i remember the days when i asked you, boo,
is there something wrong with you?
you were just a few steps away from womanhood,
and miles away from a child,
now the time has come to frolic in the daisies,
but i lazily won't follow you anymore,
because your innocence is holy but it proves itself ugly,
the clearest form of...
transparency,
has it sunk in yet that...
you, were to me, everything,
that's what i gave you...
everything,
but it wasn't enough was it? was it? was it...
i could somehow see the dividing line...
that divided you from me,
but i chose to ignore it, mentally distort it,
because i don't like to see you walk away,
now you blatantly showed me everything...
that makes us die,
now i'm failing tests, bleeding ink once again...
over you and your...
transparency
has it sunk it yet that...
you, were to me, everything.
that's what i gave you,
everything,
but it wasn't enough was it? was it? was it...
2 beings from 2 different worlds...
wanting a world of their own, together,
i would quote from your goodbye letter...
but i trashed it,
i would cry over your picture...
but i nuked it,
pucker up baby, pucker up baby, pucker up, baby,
because tonight i'm elvis, and i just left the building, forever



[epic le finn]
today was cliche', another trip to faux hollywood,
my time is a landmine, fallen upon by a martyr,
my life is meaningless, only good intentions remain,
today i chart my flight plan into a grayer shade of blue,
but for those who trust in the lord,
it shall renew they strength,
they will soar on wings like eagles,
they will run and not be weary,
they will walk and not be faint,
i will walk and not be faint,
i will fall to my knees,
and i will shutter,
and i will cry,
and i am nothing...
without you,
i am nothing...
without you,
on your provided wings, i will soar,
monotheistic, i will not be statistic,
or a casualty of the hollow,
my cries will be heard, they will be deafening,
from jerusalem to jericho, you are jehovah,
falling for days when i get a glimpse and a slight hint of bliss,
from ashes and falling stars,
to marigolds and kisses from angels who know my name,
i will fall to my knees,
and i will shutter,
and i will cry,
and i am nothing...
without you,
and i am nothing...
without you,
i fall to my knees,
and i will not rise until you lift me,
i come to the garden alone,
and i will not rise until you lift me

[neo-freudian cosmopolitan]
hello old, goodbye new,
fashionable catastrophy,
your angel eyes dilated my baby blues,
and made me proud to know God,
unconscious, preconscious,
freud never had you in mind,
when i'm awake, when i'm asleep, you are there,
did you really think that i would wait forever, doll?
i'll watch your glitter turn blue,
did you really think that i would wait forever, doll?
you stopped my world,
and you glazed my heart,
hello old, goodbye new.


[drama]
the gray in your eyes...
brings out the color in your soul,
your trust in something you've never seen...
proves heart to you,
follow what makes you happy,
believe me baby, i want to see you smile,
follow what makes you happy,
believe me baby, i am smiling,
your hair is fire,
your lips are so movie star,
your words are sugar,
your voice is perfection,
it's the same old song, but with a different muse,
this song could be about you,
waking up beside where you want to be,
stop me if i get carried away, or carry myself away...
from you,
lose your frown, for tonight we dance away in our heads,
you are the prequel and the sequel to glamour.



[caesar and his rosary]
come what may,
but when it comes to me and you, nothing changes...
or stays the same,
antony and cleopatra,
romeo and juliet, are you really surprised we met?
primadonna, the madonna i run to,
we speak in a tongue that no one understands but us,
it's a fashionable catastrophy,
a quintessant tragedy, and i say...
come what may,
but when it comes to me and you, nothing changes...
or goes away,
romeo and juliet,
marcus antonius and his queen from the sand,
we speak in cliche's...
and borrowed past times, oblivious to the fact...
that we've been here before, and we'll be here again,
piety for a diety,
i grip your rosary,
when it comes to me and you,
it's a fashionable catastophy.
when it comes to me and you,
it's a quintessant tragedy,
dost taste the aspic on thy lips?
dost thou fall?
when it comes to you and me it's a fashionable catastophy...
it's a quintessant tragedy, a quintessant tragedy,
i grip your rosary,
i die in your rosary,
you kiss my tears away,
and say come what may,
star-crossed, tragedy-struck,
but i say...
come what may.


[the rise and fall of rome]
stumping toes on egos the size of The Colosseum,
you'll be exposed,
you're suspect to faux fashion,
read outside the lines to find a safe loophole,
claudius, caliglia, commodius, and nero,
the sky is falling down, the city burning bright with the greed you're drunk from,
applauding this, a sea of falling mist, making myths out of heroes,
rome is the mob and no question they'll cheer the thumbs down,
with blood on their hands, (and no consciences to match),
with blood bought tickets in their hands, they'll applaud you,
fickle,
with SPQR as your battle cry,
with SPQR as their alibi,
you run, all or none, with sharpened scissors in your hand,
until you're done,
you're running with bulls wearing nothing but red, running with bulls wearing nothing but red,
boom boom, crash crash, you're seeing red,
july 18th, 64 AD,
rome burned to the ground, what goes around comes around,
when in rome, do as the romans do,
when in rome, fall like the bust you build,
when in rome, do as the romans do,
when in rome, fall like the self-glorifying monuments you build,
you fall,
thumbs down, as they still applaud,
thumbs down, while your empire burns