Colors shift, airwaves move and shape themselves into a perversion of what’s right, how we were all fooled. And it continues to never add up. With options disappearing fast, the pacing voice and the burning hate-filled eyes make themselves out to be the only possible choice and truth. So long live the hate and long live the self serving destructive “ideals” that led us to this closed existence in the first place. Trust becomes an ugly word equated to weakness and a foolish path to better ourselves. Tired of deception from every angle and the constant fear (you must stay afraid). Fighting back becomes more difficult and we resign ourselves to existence in the dark (you must stay afraid). And the hate only gets worse. Hidden in the low light the hate only gets worse.
I almost called my music blog We Become Buried - went for Bang Yer Head instead. Best screamo song ever, indeed.
"If I’d seen the rock, I surely would have moved, but it’s too late now. I just wish you’d all stop talking. ‘Cause you all make such fools of yourselves every time your mouth begins to spew that refuse that you breed as law. I have little patience for most people I meet daily. Oh, you… every time that I confront you I’m consumed with such rage and contempt. And to think that at a time I was so enamored by your gaze. But a gaze is just a gaze. And once beyond that, it was so plain to see that you’re just like the rest, except for the hue."
I Hate Myself | Song For All The Young Casanovas And Casanovettes
I suggest you only ever tell lies, ‘cause once you tell the truth they’ll break your heart. Don’t ever look them in the eyes, ‘cause those eyes are gonna tear your heart apart. I recommend you keep your distance, ‘cause once you get too close you’ll lose control. Don’t ever fall in love; just stay buried in your lonely hole. Take it from experience: desperate acts are ridiculous. Don’t ever tell the truth, ‘cause the ones you love will do the same to you.