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From the top to the bottom
Bottom to top I stop
At the core IÂ’ve forgotten
In the middle of my thoughts
Taken far from my safety
The picture is there
The memory wonÂ’t escape me
But why should I care

From the top to the bottom
Bottom to top I stop
At the core IÂ’ve forgotten
In the middle of my thoughts
Taken far from my safety
The picture is there
The memory wonÂ’t escape me
But why should I care

ThereÂ’s a place so dark you canÂ’t see the end
Skies cock back and shock that which canÂ’t defend
The rain then sends dripping an acidic question
Forcefully, the power of suggestion
Then with the eyes shut looking thought the rust and rot and dust
A small spot of light floods the floor
And pours over the rusted world of pretend
The eyes ease open and its dark again

From the top to the bottom
Bottom to top I stop
At the core IÂ’ve forgotten
In the middle of my thoughts
Taken far from my safety
The picture is there
The memory wonÂ’t escape me
But why should I care

In the memory youÂ’ll find me
Eyes burning up
The darkness holding me tightly
Until the sun rises up

Moving all around screaming of the ups and downs
Pollution manifested in perpetual sound
The wheels go round and the sunset creeps behind
Street lamps, chain-link and concrete
A little piece of paper with a picture drawn floats
On down the street till the wind is gone
The memory now is like the picture was then
When the paperÂ’s crumpled up it canÂ’t be perfect again

From the top to the bottom
Bottom to top I stop
At the core IÂ’ve forgotten
In the middle of my thoughts
Taken far from my safety
The picture is there
The memory wonÂ’t escape me
But why should I care

From the top to the bottom
Bottom to top I stop
At the core IÂ’ve forgotten
In the middle of my thoughts
Taken far from my safety
The picture is there
The memory wonÂ’t escape me
But why should I care

In the memory youÂ’ll find me
Eyes burning up
The darkness holding me tightly
Until the sun rises up

Now you got me caught in the act
You bring the thought back
IÂ’m telling you that
I see it right through you (x7)

In the memory youÂ’ll find me
Eyes burning up
The darkness holding me tightly
Until the sun rises up

In the memory youÂ’ll find me
Eyes burning up
The darkness holding me tightly
Until the sun rises up

would you be the saviour of the broken, the beaten and the damned?

And the sun was wondering if it should stay away for a day
Til the feeling went away
And the sky was falling and the clouds were dropping
And the rainfall forgot how to bring salvation
The dogs were barking at the new moon
Whistling a new tune hoping it would come soon
So that they could die





Flames to dust
Lovers to friends
Why do all good things come to an end



~

so what i'm crying to my own memory ~

~perkele~

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pitää vaan vähä fixata xD

Kiss me while I'm still alive
Kill me while I kiss the sky
Let me die on my own terms
Let me live and let me learn
Now I'll follow my own way
And I'll live on to another damn day
Freedom carries sacrifice
Remember when this was my life

sorry, have to give up

Seven days underpaid gotta give it up
Got no time for this life that I'm livin' up
Shackled down, kicked around, now slave to the grind
Need some time for myself

I'll give you anything that you want me to
But I don't have the time so I'll get up with you
If you don't understand man you've got to believe
There is too much of you but there is not enough of me
There is not enough of me

Same old song world moves on while I'm still in bed
Meet tomorrow today just to get ahead
Jump the gun on the run, I'm the only one
Who thinks that I'm fallin' behind

I'll give you anything that you want me to
But I don't have the time so I'll get up with you
If you don't understand man you've got to believe
There is too much of you but there is not enough of me
There is not enough of me
I'll give you anything that you want me to
But I don't have the time so I'll get up with you
If you don't understand man you've got to believe
There is too much of you there is too much of me

I'll give you anything that you want me to
But I don't have the time so I'll get up with you
If you don't understand man you've got to believe
There is too much of you but there is not enough of me

~ She spends her days up in the North Park,
watching the people as they pass.
And all she wants is just a little piece of this dream
Is that too much to ask?
With a safe home,
and a warm bed,
on a quiet little street.
All she wants is just that something to hold on to.
Thats all she needs. Yeah ~