Cody's Thread
Thread Topic: Cody's Thread
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The pain, disorder
A cataclysmic dawn
We trusted but something has gone wrong
We bought it
But woke to find it gone
Impact in 5, 4, 3, 2
Brace, for fallout
The radiation creeps
On cats' feet
We scatter in the streets
She asks me "do you think it's safe to breathe?"
It doesn't look that way to me
We storm the gates
Raise the flags
Just the same old story
We seize the throne
Subjugate
We should have burned it to the ground
Whoah...
(Storm the gates, Raise the flags)
Woah....
(Seize the throne, Subjugate)
Some might say we've lost our way
But I believe we've not gone far enough
Afraid, we cower
To interests not our own
The power to free or to control
We let it slip through
Our fingers to the floor
Watch as the bodies wash ashore
Whoah...
Nobody lives here anymore
We storm the gates
Raise the flags
Just the same old story
We seize the throne
Subjugate
We should have burned it to the ground
Whoah...
(Storm the gates, Raise the flags)
Woah....
(Seize the throne, Subjugate)
Some might say we've lost our way
But I believe we've not gone far enough
And how long will we fall for this?
How long will we fall for this?
How long will we fall for this?
And how long will we fall?
And how long will we fall for this?
How long will we fall for this?
How long will we fall for this?
How long, how...?
We storm the gates
Raise the flags
Just the same old story
We seize the throne
Subjugate
We should have burned it to the ground
Whoah...
(Storm the gates, Raise the flags)
Woah....
(Seize the throne, Subjugate)
Some might say we've lost our way
But I believe we've not gone far enough -
Play the Rise Against Quiz
"Broken Mirrors"
Hey, man now did you hear
Your final days are near?
In a free fall of fire and ice
And explosions in the sky
A fate that we deserve
There's no escape, No
Now it's your turn
Now it's your turn
It's been years
Since our luck ran out and left us here
Like broken mirrors
Ten million shards of glass and tears
But now we are
Awake enough to shatter what we hate
Like broken mirrors
Reflections of an unfamiliar face
Hey, hey!
Hey, man, you got the time?
Hey, can I trouble you for a light?
Who, me? no, I'm not the old town crier
I'm the one who sets it all on fire
A fate, yeah, that we deserve
And there's no escape, No
Now it's your turn
Now it's your turn
It's been years
Since our luck ran out and left us here
Like broken mirrors
Ten million shards of glass and tears
But now we are
Awake enough to shatter what we hate
Like broken mirrors
Reflections of an unfamiliar face
We hide from the mirrors
They might show our scars
And hear us
(Go Go Go)
Reflection that we want to be
The people we are (the people we are)
Confront your reflection
Smash what you see
And let's restart
Cause mirrors can't see our heart
It's been years
Since our luck ran out and left us here
Like broken mirrors
Ten million shards of glass and tears
But now we are
Awake enough to shatter what we hate
Like broken mirrors
Like broken mirrors
Like broken mirrors
Like broken mirrors
Like broken mirrors
Reflections of an unfamiliar face -
Help is on the way!
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Bang, bang go the coffin nails, like a breath exhaled,
Then gone forever.
It seems like just yesterday, how did I miss the red flags raised?
Think back to the days we laughed.
We braved these bitter storms together.
Brought to his knees he cried,
But on his feet he died.
What God would damn a heart?
And what God drove us apart?
What God could?
Make it stop.
Let this end.
Eighteen years pushed to the ledge.
It's come to this,
A weightless step.
On the way down singing,
Woah, woah.
Bang, bang from the closet walls,
The schoolhouse halls,
The shotgun's loaded.
Push me and I'll push back.
I'm done asking, I demand.
From a nation under God,
I feel its love like a cattle prod.
Born free, but still they hate.
Born me, no I can't change.
It's always darkest just before the dawn.
So stay awake with me, let's prove them wrong.
Make it stop.
Let this end,
Eighteen years pushed to the ledge.
It's come to this,
A weightless step.
On the way down singing,
Woah, woah.
The cold river washed him away,
But how could we forget?
The gatherings hold candles, but not their tongues.
And too much blood has flown from the wrists,
Of the children shamed for those they chose to kiss.
Who will rise to stop the blood?
We're calling for,
Insisting on, a different beat, yeah.
A brand new song.
Whoa, whoa [x3]
(Tyler Clementi, age 18.
Billy Lucas, age 15.
Harrison Chase Brown, age 15
Cody J. Barker, age 17
Seth Walsh, age 13.)
Make it stop,
Let this end.
This life chose me, I'm not lost in sin.
But proud I stand of who I am,
I plan to go on living.
Make it stop,
Let this end,
All these years pushed to the ledge,
But proud I stand, of who I am,
I plan to go on living -
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Where it begins, the color of your skin
Nothing's gonna change
Is it where you grew up?
You'll never know what they're gonna say
Tell me how to cope, burdened by the scope
Looking through your hands
Blame it on a world where a boy and a girl
Can't understand
Can't understand
You're beautiful, you're beautiful to me
Don't ever say you never lost your way
You're beautiful today
And every day for the rest of your life
When's it gonna end, imaginary friend
No one knows your name
Never number one, never outrun what you defend
Show me where to go, tell me there is hope
It slips right through your hands
Living in a world where a boy and a girl
Can't understand
Can't understand
You're beautiful, you're beautiful to me
Don't ever say you never lost your way
You're beautiful today
And every day for the rest of your life
For the rest of your life
For the rest of your days
You feel it inside in every way
For the rest of your life
For the rest of your days
You feel it inside in every way
For the rest of your life
You're beautiful, you're beautiful to me
Don't ever say you never lost your way
You're beautiful today
And every day for the rest of your life
[x3] -
Didn't see you there.
Howdy! What's with the thingamabob? -
Listening to The Man In Black now.
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Well, the farmer prayed for a better year
And the crops were good like the Lord did hear
But his barn burned down with winter near
The answer came in white and black
In the farmer's almanac, it says
"If a man could have half his wishes he could double his trouble"
A sweet old lady was eighty-four
When her kinfolks came for a month or more
Now from overwork she's on the other shore
Much too late was y'all come back
And it says in the farmer's almanac, it says
"Visitors and fish smell after three days"
Our leader was a silver tongued man
He deceived the people of the land
And when he got caught he couldn't stand
It's a little off-beat and a little off-track
But it says in the farmer's almanac, it says
"In rivers and bad government the lightest things flow to the top"
Rod said, "I don't believe in God"
Rod died and lies beneath the sod
For God did not believe in Rod
Life is a troubled and a weary track
But it says in the farmer's almanac, it says
"Feed your faith and your doubts will starve to death"
The little boy followed the honeybee
And it flew straight to the honey tree
He got stung but got the honey free
Consolation for the things you lack
Is in the farmer's almanac, it says
"God gives us the darkness so we can see the stars"
He came home three hours late from work
Said, "I had a flat and fell in the dirt"
She said, "You gotten lipstick on your shirt"
Well it turned out like Jill and Jack
And it says in the farmer's almanac, it says
"Lies have to be covered up, truth can run around naked"
He said, "Honey, you know I'm true
I just look at other women that's all I do"
Then she caught him with her best friend Peggy Sue
Sometimes some women will look back
And it says in the farmer's almanac, it says
"There's a lot of difference in window shoppin' and shop liftin'"
I sat down at a shoeshine stand
I had a real slow shoeshine man
I said you don't pop that rag like some of 'em can
He looked at me and then he sat right back
It says in the farmer's almanac, it says
"The trouble with the world today is
There's too much poppin' and not enough shinin'" -
Some people say a man is made outta mud
A poor man's made outta muscle and blood
Muscle and blood and skin and bones
A mind that's a-weak and a back that's strong
You load sixteen tons, what do you get
Another day older and deeper in debt
Saint Peter don't you call me 'cause I can't go
I owe my soul to the company store
I was born one mornin' when the sun didn't shine
I picked up my shovel and I walked to the mine
I loaded sixteen tons of number nine coal
And the straw boss said "Well, a-bless my soul"
You load sixteen tons, what do you get
Another day older and deeper in debt
Saint Peter don't you call me 'cause I can't go
I owe my soul to the company store
I was born one mornin', it was drizzlin' rain
Fightin' and trouble are my middle name
I was raised in the canebrake by an ol' mama lion
Cain't no-a high-toned woman make me walk the line
You load sixteen tons, what do you get
Another day older and deeper in debt
Saint Peter don't you call me 'cause I can't go
I owe my soul to the company store
If you see me comin', better step aside
A lotta men didn't, a lotta men died
One fist of iron, the other of steel
If the right one don't a-get you
Then the left one will
You load sixteen tons, what do you get
Another day older and deeper in debt
Saint Peter don't you call me 'cause I can't go
I owe my soul to the company store -
Sleep now in the fire.
I'm bored now ~*~ -
Four hours to go ~^~
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3:59 to go*
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