iQuoting #6

Eulogy

He had a lot to say
He had a lot of nothing to say
We'll miss him
We'll miss him

He had a lot to say
He had a lot of nothing to say
We'll miss him
We'll miss him
We're gonna miss him
We're gonna miss him

Well so long now
We wish you well
You told us how you weren't afraid to die
Well so long

Don't cry
Or feel too down
Not all martyrs see divinity
But at least you tried

Standing above the crowd
He had a voice that was strong and loud
We'll miss him
We'll miss him

Ranting and pointing his finger
At everything but his heart
We'll miss him
We'll miss him
We're gonna miss him
We're gonna miss him

There's no way
To recall
What it was that you had said to me
Like I care at all

But it was so loud
You sure could yell
You took a stand on every little thing
And so loud

You could be the one who saves me from my own existance.

"I was so sure I'd sin and you'd fall down too"

"I'm too smart when you're invisible by the bone and the symbol on you. So he bashes his skull through the window while over looking the sea. Twilight amber ego. We were amused by this"

Standing above the crowd
He had a voice that was strong and loud and I
Swallowed his facade 'cause I'm so
Eager to identify with

Someone above the ground
Someone who seemed to feel the same
Someone prepared to lead the way and
Someone who would die for me

Will you?
Will you now?
Would you die for me?
Don't you fuckin' lie

Don't you step outta line
Don't you step outta line
Don't you step outta line
Don't you fuckin' lie

You've claimed all this time
That you would die for me
Why then are you so surprised
When you hear your own eulogy?

He had a lot to say
He had a lot of nothing to say
He had a lot to say
He had a lot of nothing to say

Jump down
Get off your fuckin' cross
We need the fuckin' space
To nail the next fool martyr

To ascend, you must die
You must be crucified
For our sins and our lies
Goodbye

(Tool)

iQuoting #5

The Hand That Feeds

You're keeping in step
In the line
Got your chin held high and you feel just fine
'Cause you do what you're told
But inside your heart it is black it is hollow and it's cold

Just how deep do you believe?
Will you bite the hand that feeds?
Will you chew until it bleeds?
Can you get up off your knees?
Are you brave enough to see?
Do you wanna change it?

What if this whole crusade's a charade
And behind it all there's a price to be paid
For the blood which we dine
Justified in the name of the holy and the divine?

Just how deep do you believe?
Will you bite the hand that feeds?
Will you chew until it bleeds?
Can you get up off your knees?
Are you brave enough to see?
Do you wanna change it?

So naïve
I keep holding on to what I wanna believe
I can see
But I keep holding on and on, and on, and on

Will you bite the hand that feeds you?
Will you stay down on your knees?

(Nine Inch Nails)

iQuoting #4

Holy Tears

The walls may shift
Slow descent chills the bones

His way may be lost
Still he carries on

Always reaching for her
Always breathing for her
Lifting his hand to the sky
So she might rain holy tears
upon his battered skull

Holy tears

Her form transformed
from ash to golden throne

(Isis)

iQuoting #3

Act Appalled

will you walk straight? we’re not like them
to fool them in, make it seem like your in trouble
make a sound, fake it enough.
what made you so scared?
maybe you're mistaken for someone who cares

if you remember, remember
i’ve been trying to get back to the center
i’m sure it’s not like it was before

to make them drink, tell them that it’s only water
no one leaves ’till we figure this out
what made you so scared?
maybe you're mistaken for someone who cares

if you remember, remember
i’ve been trying to get back to the center
i’m sure it’s not like it was before

patience,
both we and our words are over produced by influence
by influence
patience
both we and our words are over produced by influence
by influence
by influence

i’m only asking if you remember, remember
i’ve been trying to get back to the center
and i’m sure it’s not like it was.

(Circa Survive)

iQuoting

Empate

Cobiço teu toca-fitas como se funcionasse
Vestindo estilo em arte
Bonito teus tênis iate
Pra passear na quinta de tarde nos bares
Ou ir pra buenos aires
Ok, às duas da tarde
Aprender a gostar de onde se está
Aprender a gastar
Ah tá, calça lee ustop
Ora, não me provoque o sol tá de rachar, dá licença,
Quer janela?
Pra mim esse ano acabou e daí?
Se tu acha que vou desistir de viver de mim, foi mal aí
Não importa se eu ganhe ou empate
Eu tenho o vão do masp de tarde
Pra onde eu vou
Fugir dos complôs
É grátis, é grátis
Jogar em água corrente
Te comprar um presente
Eu achei tuas revistas
No fluxo da avenida
Eu tenho medo de gente e fobia de altura
De terraços particulares
Destruidora de lares
Eu quero mais, passei de fase
Pra mim esse ano acabou e daí?
Se tu acha que vou desistir de viver de mim, foi mal aí
Não importa se eu ganhe ou empate
Se tu quer mais água no mate
Pra onde eu vou
Fugir dos complôs
É grátis, é grátis, é
Pra ser sincero, quero ver o mais belo empate
Pra ser sincero, não conheço as novas estações do
Metrô
Fugir dos complôs
Quase grátis

(Polara)