1.A Far Cry
You cried like a child,
Who's just seen there own blood,
For the first time,
It was trickling down the curb.
It's a far cry,
From all thats dead inside.
You sang like a bird,
Who just build there own nest,
I've never found my pride,
It's tougher to digest.
It's a far cry,
From all thats dead inside.
It's a tough life,
When your almost dead inside.
Now when i wake up, down on the ground,
Now when i wake up, letting me down,
Now when i wake up, blood in my mouth,
So its a far old cry, from safe inside.
Now when i wake up, down on the ground,
Now when i wake up, letting me down,
Now when i wake up, blood in my mouth,
So its a far old cry, from safe inside.
(Holding my hands by my side)
(The intention of willing to die) (？)
(Holding my hands by my side)
(The intention of willing to die) (？)
(So were taking the best of our life)
(Still were holding our hands by our side)
(So were taking the best of our life)
(Still were holding our hands by my side)
(The intention of willing to die) (？)
(The intention of willing to die) (？)
(The intention of willing to die) (？)
(The intention of willing to die) (？)
(Intention of willing to die) (？)
2.Short Bursts (Alternate Version)
You looked at me＊
My blood turned cold.
You said come on,
Who cares be bold.
We'll leave before our blood will hit the floor.
You looked at me,
My lips turned dry.
You said come on,
Who cares you'll die.
We'll leave before our blood will hit the floor.
You looked at me,
My blood went red.
You said come on,
Who cares you'll be dead.
We'll leave before our blood will hit the floor.
So come on in,
You're looking rough.
You're telling me you've had it tough.
So take your hands-
So take your hands off my chest.
Sit back,
Sit back.
Loosen your ties,
Loosen your knots.
Sit back,
Sit back.
Loosen your neck,
And fill your lungs.
Your silence is bearable,
But only in short bursts,
And then it becomes uncomfortable.
Your silence is bearable,
But only in short bursts,
And then it becomes uncomfortable.
Your silence is bearable,
But only in short bursts,
And then it becomes uncomfortable.
Your silence is bearable,
But only in short bursts,
And then it becomes uncomfortable.
Your silence is bearable,
But only in short bursts,
And then it becomes uncomfortable.
3.The Walls Are Wearing Thin
4.With The Benefit Of Hindsight
You know you've got to remind me
You know you've got to remind me
That the walls are wearing thin
My memories
Have distorted once again
And I shouldn't take any interest
I'd be wrong to even pretend
When the walls come down
You'll be tired and unprepared
You know you've yet to convince me
To leave my mind at the door
I'll leave it next to my shoes
The last place that you'll look
You know you've yet to remind me
The walls are wearing thin
My cover's been blown
Torn off in the howling wind
Well with the benefit of hindsight
I should have been better prepared
When the walls come down
All I can do is stop and stare
At least I'm right here
5.This Is My House, This Is My Home (Alternate Version)
Woke when it was dark,
wait for day to start before you leave,
turned on both the lights,
what we found we didn't like so we turned our back,
Oh no you found me,
Oh no you found me, here
Somethings happened in the attic,
there's no way I am going up there,
Somethings happened in the attic,
We both know I'm not going up there,
Oh no they found me,
Oh no they found me, here
Somethings happened in the attic,
there's no way I am going up there,
Somethings happened in the attic,
We both know I'm not going up there,
Somethings happened in the attic,
This is my house, This is my home
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