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The Casualty `Cursive`

The night has fallen down the staircase And I, for one, have felt its bruises Equilbrium; inebriated Our social graces have been displaced As we sink deeper into the drink The volume increases....

Casualty `LINKIN PARK`

Let me out, set me free I know all the secrets you keep I, I won't be I won't be your casualty (Launch me up high) I got too complacent Bleached in the eyes Put through the paces But I got left behind

Casualty `Visage`

think that no one quite understands Your mother is telling you to stay at home Your father has quite different plans You've packed your bags and you're ready to leave Like so many times before You leave the

The Sunks `Cursive`

Surrender your furniture Push the television out the window Overmedicated, this must be the sunks If you can't understand the blues, you don't know much With much love for science and a youthful defiance

The Recluse `Cursive`

The room is littered with her books and notebooks. I imagine what they say, like, 'shoo fly, don't bother me,' And I can hardly get myself out of her bed. For fear of never lying in this bed again.

The Martyr `Cursive`

And so it's begun This is year one The birth of a child in the form of a man Wrapped in towel Passed out on the floor These drunken hours -- graces deflowered Cast down by an angel She used to kiss

Casualty `Snake River Conspiracy`

And it stretches out again And it seems I didn't win I think I'll rest a while So nice here on the tiles The lights come washing in _ I see you there over me Shining your new trophy I'm a casualty of you

Hymns For The Heathen `Cursive`

Night has draped it's cape of stars Over our small town From the campus and the tavern To the chapel and infirmary We've seen their dreams We found the guilt, the fables, and folly Of the residents

Into The Fold `Cursive`

Into the fold. If she knew what you do, the pristine routine to fool the rube. The gentle gentleman, the loathed Lothario. You feign you've changed your ways, but we know, yeah we know.

The Ugly Organist `Cursive`

And now, we proudly presentsongs perverse and songs of lamentA couple hymns of confession,and songs that recognize our sick obsessionsSing along i'm on the ugly organ againSing along I'm on the ugly organ

Butcher The Song `Cursive`

There's a time and a place, this is neither the time nor the place. "where do I fit in, in this jigsaw of a relationship? !? Why should I play the fall guy to your love?

The Great Decay `Cursive`

this is the bed that i have made this is the grave where i will lay i dont believe in wasting time these are the hands where i will bury my face searching for truth you never find nobody moves we

The Radiator Hums `Cursive`

I threw out the phone to try to get through to you The lines are down, drowned by the hum of the radiator This house is the hole that you could never fill With rose-blossomed bouquets, vanities and

The Rhyme Scheme `Cursive`

have no feeling meanings are meant for without loaded meanings words take too long to come across defining definitions we load them for effect it's cheap but it's working i could never please you it's the

Adapt `Cursive`

I want the rich boy... I want the rich boy But the rich boy, he doesn't want me... I like the pretty girls... I like the pretty girls But the pretty girls, they don't like me... Adapt... Adapt...

The Night I Lost The Will To Fight `Cursive`

I need a catalyst, to rekindle the flame That once burned within these fists where defeat remains The night has fallen down the staircase...

Bad Science `Cursive`

break up their gangs Take away their rollerskates Give them algebra or trig Raisins, dates or figs But take away gingerbread and cake Every husband, every wife, every cop, every teacher Everybody do the

Break In The New Year `Cursive`

New years ago We drank and danced and left our sour hearts behind We sweetened for a kiss -- The kiss of a new year to come But those days are gone We never got resolution -- it never comes All the best

A Red So Deep `Cursive`

The furnace burns, the baby turns She cries when she's hungry The morning paper will knock the door To interrupt their slumbers Are you satisfied tonight, oh, trader's wife?

A Gentleman Caller `Cursive`

Well, are you in the mood? You bad girl! Does it feel good being bad? And getting worse? "doo do doo..."

Making Friends And Acquaintances `Cursive`

mattress And someone has slept in my bed Sometimes I get so naked I sing like a canary And I scream out what I shouldn't scream Some lies last a lifetime They keep our diaries hidden They don't let the

Bad Sects `Cursive`

Preached the word, served the Eucharist, Gained the trust of the townsfolk. Made every football game, never missed a social.

When Summer's Over Will We Dream Of Spring `Cursive`

> "When Summer's Over Will We Dream Of Spring" A safe position -- a back against the wall A simple shrug to shurg the questions off When there's no action, there's no reaction Curb the dead, avert the

At Conception `Cursive`

Father Cole's done his best to console the girl -- more so than some neighbors deem necessary -- but you just can't measure young love.

Mothership, Mothership, Do You Read Me? `Cursive`

> your navel is yearning for an extension - a ghost limb it cant detach from mothers loving grasp your starving - its burning for the nutrient it cant have were all cut off alone and lost calling

A Little Song And Dance `Cursive`

to me i shall no longer play a part of your equation i missed your boat i swear you must have stayed off shore avoidance has been your trump just to avoid sad striations still i wait for you this is the

Ten Percent To the Ten Percent `Cursive`

It all started out in the warehouse. Watching the stock watching the clock. Taking shots from a flask of scotch. My first evaluation came. Remarkably they sang my praise. "Keep up the pace.

Northern Winds `Cursive`

came wistling through evergreens like trains one temper broods 'till a temperature breaks one hand will break what he other hand builds and blooms-smashing and tearing what we've worked toward board the

The Lament Of Pretty Baby `Cursive`

I saw something I was not supposed to see A ghostly memory that keeps on haunting me (The kitchen door was open a crack, So naively we peeked inside) Oh, darling sister, have they hurt you, have they

The Road To Financial Stability `Cursive`

watching cars or will we be passed by will anyone stop for us be passed on the day passes away and we're alone the moment cracks along the sidewalk imagining what songs would be on our soundtrack maybe