Cody's Thread
Thread Topic: Cody's Thread
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So when I'm crying alone
Yeah, when I'm cold as a dying stone
Grow me a garden of roses
Paint me the colors of sky and rain
Teach me to speak with their voices
Show me the way and I'll try again -
"Sorry Go 'Round"
The devil may smile with an angels face
A cat may be stolen of its grace
They say it's just a matter of time and place
A man may be less than an animal
The antichrist write up the honor roll
The tightrope walker take the final fall
(at his house, in the bathroom, on a holiday, and that's in the news)
Oh, the things you see
Makes ignorance bliss for you and me, yeah,
When arrogance does publicity,
Smiling happily
It's a merry go round and around and around
The begging boy becomes the begging man
The zealot never saves the sacrificial lamb
And a child want's to know if the Candyman can
Everybody want's the fancy car
And we've all been told not to run too far
But everybody wants to be a rock'n'roll star
Oh, the things you see
Makes arrogance seem the way to be, yeah,
When ignorance spreads conformity,
Smiling happily
It's a merry go round and around and around -
Fifteen
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hell is hanging from the rafters.
a society that just won't keep.
but we continue like pastors,
the faith of which, we take a leap.
i'm screaming on the inside,
my exterior is wearing thin.
this force will stop at nothing,
you want a culprit, i can slip you a name.
it's decorated with devotion and fame.
so this is how we win,
for every redemption that follows a cold blooded slaughter
we're obsessed with the end of days,
and it's many potential ways.
and yet here we stay
the many corners we have turned,
so many bridges we have burned,
when will we learn?
play the martyr for the fool,
there's no exclusionary rule.
yet they play it cool.
i doubt the fire ever quells
it just waxes and it swells
until we see the likes of hell.
you want a culprit, i can slip you a name.
it's decorated with devotion and fame.
so this is how we win,
for every redemption that follows a cold blooded slaughter -
I hear a sigh, longing for loving in this life
The how and the why, that keeps us running through the night
Touching divine, for me it has only your face
I'm looking to find pieces of wisdom I've misplaced
I don't make the rules dear
You don't hear the symphony I hear
We don't get a dollar bill for every shining tear
Fictitious and so real
Love's a onetime deal
With a delicious dark appeal
And a religious kind of zeal, yeah
So precious, yet surreal
Life's a onetime deal
With a delicious dark appeal
And a religious kind of zeal, yeah
Witnessing fault in every pawn in the game
The only one called proudly answers to my name
No I don't know why love is a thief in the night
The one that you try, is your most devoted guide
We don't make the rules dear
We don't hear the symphony they hear
We don't get a dollar bill for every shining tear
Fictitious and so real
Love's a onetime deal
With a delicious dark appeal
And a religious kind of zeal, yeah
So precious, yet surreal
Life's a onetime deal
With a delicious dark appeal
And a religious kind of zeal, yeah
So thank you for choosing me, playing me, displaying me
And selling me to slavery, yeah
Thank you for using me, flaying me, erasing me
Awarding me for bravery
Fictitious and so real
Love's a onetime deal
With a delicious dark appeal
And a religious kind of zeal, yeah
So precious, yet surreal
Life's a onetime deal
With a delicious dark appeal
And a religious kind of zeal, yeah -
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Passion Colors Everything
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Meteorites by Voices From The Fuselage
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A Principle God
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Fire-POTF
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Hey Cody, how are you today?
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Look in my eyes I'll make you see
We're drifting aimlessly
Blind in a world of make believe
Hear them sing their songs off key n' nod like they agree
Buying the needs to be discreet
I've got no hand in matters worldly
I hardly care at all
What's going on fails to concern me
'Cause I'm locked behind my wall
But you know what drives me out
Out of my mind oh
It's whatever makes you see
Makes you believe
And forget about the premonition you need to conceive
The images they sell are Illusion and Dream
In other words dishonesty
If I speak ill please, humour me
Won't rant on endlessly
Just thought I'd try to make you see
It doesn't solve a thing to dress it, in a pretty gown
A stone will not need you to guess if, you're still going to drown
So you know what drives me out
Out of my mind, oh
It's whatever makes you see, makes you believe
And forget about the premonition you need to conceive
The images they sell are Illusion & Dream
In other words dishonesty
So can you name your demon?
Understand it's scheming
I raise my glass and say "Here's to you"
Can you chase your demon?
Or will it take your freedom?
I raise my glass and say "Here's to you"
I've got no hand in matters worldly
I hardly care at all
What's going on fails to concern me
'Cause I'm locked behind my wall
But you know what drives me out
Out of my mind oh
It's whatever makes you see
Makes you believe
And forget about the premonition you need to conceive
That the images they sell are Illusion and Dream
In other words dishonesty
So whatever makes you see
Makes you believe
And forget about the premonition you need to conceive
The images they sell are Illusion and Dream
In other words dishonesty
With silence comes peace
With peace comes freedom
With freedom comes silence -
Oh. Hey. Better than yesterday. You?
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