Trade Up
+ Screams (CTone Clean, MidRange, Growls, Doomsday DeathGrowls, etc)
* Singing
+ I can’t. Let go. Of the thought of what I meant to you. I can’t. Let go. Of what I said to you.
Oh God. My God, I can’t. See what’s in front of me. Oh God. My God, I can’t believe…
Chorus - * I stand, for everything... I believe, in everything…. I need, everything…, that you are. And baby, you are…
+ This is me, baby. This is me… I can’t. I can’t. Change what who I am inside, I can’t. I can’t. Let go, of you, my bride… Be with me, or I will be *forever empty. +Cause I know, and you know, that baby *+you mean everything…
-Chorus-
+* Please don’t give up on me. Please don’t give up on this, on us. *I’ll let you tear me apart. +If you need someone, to breath with you. If you need someone, to cry with you. If you need, someone to live, with you. I’m here. *Oh baby, *+Oh baby, I’m here. *For you. Just tell me what to do.
Lyrics by Jacob Hunter aka Nela Shalava
Written October 28, 2010
Thursday, October 28, 2010
"Good to Know" by Jacob Hunter
Good to Know
It was great to know. Thanks for those wonderful days. Great while it lasted, but as the sky fades, the world grows a darker shade of grey. The people I loved, slowly dissipating, as the last remnant of light, shows his darker side. The sparks and the flames, that sent us so high, way back in the day, are diminished now, and wasted away. Shattered glass in the plaster. A tombstone rests on the foundations of what we set. To know that all will be gone, to know that there is a lingering debt. Is there really a reason for hoping, when all has gone astray, we cry, we plead, and we pray. For God to take away our pain. Listless is the will of those who remain, and endless lies the list of fears clouding the minds of the tormented. This is an unthinkable fate, yet little do we know we’re on the train downhill. No joy, no pleasure, no glee. Spread it, there’s a party on the front door of misery.
Lyrics by Jacob Hunter aka Nela Shalava
Written October 28, 2010
It was great to know. Thanks for those wonderful days. Great while it lasted, but as the sky fades, the world grows a darker shade of grey. The people I loved, slowly dissipating, as the last remnant of light, shows his darker side. The sparks and the flames, that sent us so high, way back in the day, are diminished now, and wasted away. Shattered glass in the plaster. A tombstone rests on the foundations of what we set. To know that all will be gone, to know that there is a lingering debt. Is there really a reason for hoping, when all has gone astray, we cry, we plead, and we pray. For God to take away our pain. Listless is the will of those who remain, and endless lies the list of fears clouding the minds of the tormented. This is an unthinkable fate, yet little do we know we’re on the train downhill. No joy, no pleasure, no glee. Spread it, there’s a party on the front door of misery.
Lyrics by Jacob Hunter aka Nela Shalava
Written October 28, 2010
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