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Eros Oct 22
"A slaughterhouse,"

I think of my own home, the way imagery of the blood from my mistakes slips down the walls, all vivid in my head as I visualize the old house.

"An outlet mall"

The mall that was shut down about 2 years ago now, one where my grandma worked, I'd visit and we'd shop together in Old Navy where she worked and we'd talk about what used to fill the old stores.

"Slot machines,"

The casino off Exit 33, a familiar name in my life, having been once as a kid even if the casino haunts my memories as everyone somehow connected to it.

"Fear of God"

The religious trauma, the slow drag of sin taking over the little catholic girl I once was, as the smoke exited my lips after an attempt to revisit the church after 4 years.

"Windows down,"

The flashbacks to the car rides with mom or dad where we'd scream the song lyrics and laugh, the way they both sped even with me in the car, not a single care other than to be picked as my favorite.

"Heater on"

I always hated heaters, hated the warmth, but the smell of the vents turning on after the long summer is soothing to my brain.

"Big bolts of lightning hanging low"

I watch the storms, until they finish, all lights off in my room with the blinds all the way up as I ignore everything around me and focus on the rain hitting the glass, the booms of thunder, and the flashes of light.

"Over the coast, everyone's convinced"

The East Coast is too familiar, I've been here my whole life, and I don't think I could ever comprehend not being here at some point cause I always planned to stay.

"It's a government drone or an alien spaceship"

I couldn't know, I didn't understand, how everything could somehow collapse in 4 years.

"Either way, we're not alone"

I found someone, a boy, someone I love and could never leave, the future bright in my eyes as I don't wish to relive my life for the first time.

"I'll find a new place to be from"

His family was amazing, caring, and accepted me so fast, I could never feel whole anywhere else even with my own parents.

"A haunted house with a picket fence"

My old home.

"To float around and ghost my friends"

I'd always regret.

"No, I'm not afraid to disappear"

I was never scared of death but the idea of dying scared me.

The billboard said, "The end is near"

As I pass by the familiar roads.

"I turned around, there was nothing there"

The memories were fading, whether good or bad, I was starting to forget.

"Yeah, I guess the end is here"

I'll silently stare at the old house, the old mall, my old friends, my parents, my boyfriend and his family, and even myself. And every time I look, I know, I'll remember the end.
Listened to it randomly and immediately got flashbacks so I made this

ALL LYRICS AND COPYWRITE BELONG TO PHOEBE BRIDGERS, I DID NOT CREATE ANYTHING IN THE QUOTES
Elizabeth Kelly Dec 2021
What’s your problem?
Is it so bad you have to run
Run away
Run away as fast as you can?
You’re already so gone
Gone
A stranger’s eyes have found a home inside your weary head

Deep inside you
The city burns
I don’t know what it is about this place
That everybody
Seems to be fine just killing time until the end of days

Sleep to forget
Sleep to dream about anything
Anything at all
Sleep will save you
From all the monsters that await your waking like the executioner awaits the gavel’s fall

What’s your problem?
Is it so bad you have to
Lock
Lock yourself away in your dreams?

Count your heartbeats
As long as you’re inside this cage
You will never know what it is to be free
Song lyrics to End of Days on the album Terraforma by The Village Bicycle © Elizabeth Kelly 2017
Delyla Nunez Feb 2021
“But I do know one thing though
*******, they come, they go
Saturday through Sunday, Monday
Monday through Sunday, yo
Maybe I'll love you one day
Maybe we'll someday grow
'Til then just sit your drunk *** on that ******' runway, **.
But I can’t be your Superman.”
My favorite artist. My favorite verse. How I feel today.
chichee Dec 2018
The morning light shines a lifeline-
escape is what I need.
but tell me if I run away,
How long will I bleed?
I'll give you my best side
tell you my best lies.
Go on and light a cigarette
Set a fire in my head tonight.

Ever thought of calling when
You've had a few?
Spitting out this talk 'cause all I want
is you saying
Come over here and sit next to me
I'll run to you till I
Can’t stand on my own anymore.
Hoping, praying,
Wasting borrowed time-

Capsize,
I'm first in the water,
Too close to the bottom,
With eight seconds
left in overtime-
It’s not love,
but it’s better than
dreaming.
All lines are lyrics from my favourite songs: Fumes- Eden, Grave Digger-Matt Maeson, Trouble- Halsey, Cross My Heart- Marianas Trench, Capsize- Frenship, Over My Head- The Fray, Honey-Johnny Balik, Do I Wanna Know-Arctic Monkeys, Homemade Dynamite-Lorde, Sit Next to Me- Foster and The People
<music>
<en-nan nin nin en-nan et dan>
It's the Bra-Hi STOMP,
             COME ON, COME ON, COME ON!
<music>
It's the Bra-Hi STOMP,
<music>
...a pen, a floor, A CAGE,
             It's the Bra-Hi STOMP,
<music>
ON THE FLOOR, down you go-oo,
            It's the Bra-Hi STOMP,

It's the Bra-Hi STOMP,

Caught in, caught in, caught-up again,
            It's the Bra-Hi STOMP,

It's the Bra-Hi STOMP!

COME ON, COME, COME ON!
           It's the Bra-Hi STOMP,

ON THE FLOOR, down you go-oo,
            It's the Bra-Hi STOMP,
<musical break>
.
.
It's the Bra-Hi STOMP,
             COME ON, COME ON, COME ON!

It's the Bra-Hi STOMP!

<fade out>
A slow lead-in to a longer heavy metal jam. 'Bra' southern slang for brother so, "Brother I Stomp."
Feeding the earth,
            -Blood!
Feeding the sand,
           -Blood!
Feeding the oceans,
           -Blood!
Falling from skies,
           -Blood!

The soldiers...are left to rot!


Weapons of war
       men of war
                        soldiers at war,

LEFT TO ROT!
SOLDIERS OF WAR ARE LEFT TO ROT!


Weapons of war
       men of war
                        soldiers at war,

LEFT TO ROT!
SOLDIERS OF WAR ARE LEFT TO ROT!
Relics of war are left to rot!
LEFT TO ROT!


Feeding the earth,
   -weapons of war!
Bleeding in sands,
         -men of war!
Feeding the oceans,
               -left to rot!

Weapons of war,
           -feed the earth!
Men of war,
           -bleed in sands!
Soldiers of war fall to earth!

SOLDIERS OF WAR ARE LEFT TO ROT!
RELICS OF WAR ARE LEFT TO ROT!

<musical break>


Weapons of war
       men of war
                        soldiers at war,

LEFT TO ROT!
SOLDIERS OF WAR ARE LEFT TO ROT!
RELICS OF WAR ARE LEFT TO ROT!


RELICS OF WAR LEFT TO ROT!
Death metal song lyrics.
Kristina Weeks May 2018
Where am I?
What path should I take?
Begin this new life waiting to die?
Or turn back...to my old world?

Am I still stable? Or am I being consumed by the chaos?
Is this truth that I’m seeing or the fabricated delusions of insanity?
Just one step away from that finite darkness.

The uncertainty and despair it snatches at my ankles and neck like chains. Pulling me towards the wall of doubt. This sour taste of fear bleeding out of my mouth. It threatens to consume me now. Truly already so lost. This bird without wings trying to fly but fatally falling from grace.

So long I’ve been staring and searching for some semblance of a savior that I’ve been tying my own noose with the false  fibers of fabrication. Can I still be saved when my soul is so barely recognizable? Covered in acid and tar from my wretched past with blatant disregard for the lives around me. This dark cloud nearly has me now.
Can I be saved?
Can I be saved?

Suddenly bursting forth in a brilliant display, the light pierces through the darkness illuminating my face like an unforeseen kiss.
Rise.
Rise.
The veil is lifted.
The chains are broken
falling like ash.
Veneration percusses my soul and through squinted eyes I can see it all.

This truth I’ve been searching for. What was always inside whispering.
Too blind to listen.
Too deaf to see.
Overcome with indescribable peace I reach for the hand of solace.
The light melting this torment and anguish from my heart.
Climbing from that blind cave of oblivion I raise my face to my rightful place in the sun.
Blindingly taken with this beauty I once withdrew from.
I am reborn.
I am reborn.
Just wrote these lyrics to a song. The song will be a spoken word over a metal type instrumental. I drew my inspiration from the swelling style of the music and Plato’s allegory of the cave.
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