BASTILLEÂ â VS. â LYRIC STARTERS
â you donât listen to me anymore. â
â your voice is a weapon, and weâll do with it what we can. â
â iâll fall into your arms again. â
â you donât have to look any further. â
â iâve been waiting here for you for a time. â
â youâre missing what is right before your eyes. â
â no oneâs gonna stick the pieces together for you. â
â youâve got your claws buried deep. â
â you better sink your teeth before i disappear. â
â iâm trying to keep my composure. â
â youâve been looking me over. â
â iâm tired of waving my arms in the back of the line. â
â there are only so many times that i can come running. â
â and there are only so many times that i can come running for you. â
â what do you say? â
â air knocked out of my lungs, your cue to stay. â
â yeah, thatâs your cue to stay. â
â donât turn your back on me. â
â donât bury your head deep just cause you donât know what to say. â
â itâs true that it kicks you in the teeth when you are least expecting. â
â oh it beats you black and blue before you see it coming. â
â bad news like a sucker punch threw me away. â
â people fill the streets like nothing has changed. â
â they donât look the same. â
â maybe i just want some words of distraction. â
â i feel like iâm being consumed. â
â maybe iâm expecting the perfect reaction to pull me back. â
â shout out from the bottom of my lungs. â
â this thing. itâs a family affair. â
â itâs drawing out my weakness. â
â there was a time when a moment like this wouldnât ever cross my mind. â
â the sun will rise with my name on your lips. â
â âcause everything will change tonight. â
â i want to be back on the ground where my feet touch my shadow. â
â i want to dig my heels in the dirt, feel it break between all my toes. â
â anything to stop floating âround. â
â take breath and push the anger down. â
â try to remember calmness. Â â
â whatâs the gravity upon your face? â
â so iâm the one whoâs bleeding. â
â real men. always thinking with y/our fists. â
â my turn to be the victim. â
â long lost opinions, all the words you canât redeem. â
â donât come round here and be a slave to old ideas. â
â scream hallelujah if itâs a thing that helps you breathe. â
â your iron rule has often had me on my knees. â
â you better sharpen up âcause all you have is your axe to grind round here. Â â
â breaking the silence like iâm bursting at the seams. â
â so many stifled thoughts and long forgotten dreams. â
â i can almost taste reprieve. â
â keep on talking to yourself. â
â âcause no one needs to hear the words your read. â
â 'cause youâre gonna have to swing that axe round here. â
â i could only be myself with you around. â
â and now thereâs nothing left for me to think about. â
â and it hurts like hell. â
â we were born to be together, torn apart. â
â you stepped with a heavy tread and left your mark. â
â oh, you left your mark on me. â
â it hurts like hell to be torn apart, to be thrown around. â
â my yin and yang is killinâ me. â
â gotta get back, back to the synergy. â
â donât forget where i been. â
â but youâre gonna remember. â
â buddy i, i donât mean to kill your vibe. â
â but if you got it, you get it, and iâve been gettinâ this shit for a long time. â
â happiness only brings heartache. â
â iâm so beyond naughty. â
â and if you donât like it then why do you want me? â
â donât front if i tickle the strings on your heart. â
â you play second fiddle to my instrumental. â
â your critical nature departs in the middle of all of my riddles. â
â youâve given up trying, and now you just tear me apart. â
â this is a vocal confession. â
â right now your cause is at war. â
â right now your voice is a weapon. â
â watch all the storms on the rise. â
â no more falling to pressure. â
â no more failing acceptance. â
â throw all your hells towards the heavens. â
â we dance with the devils and make your halos the color of sinnersâ portraits. â
â and smothering it means everythingâs lovely again. â
â nothingâs quite as it seems. â
â societyâs altered, you see. â
â kill all your fear in your sleep. â
â cause everythingâs formed in a dream. â
â breathe in insanityâs grip. â
â those are words from insanityâs lips. â
â weâre falling from sanityâs cliff. â
â youâre watching your vanity slip. â
â run before the evil erupts. â
â this is volcanic feverish lust. â
â vengeance is me speaking up. â
â this is me speaking up. â
â choose your words and etch them on your soul. â
â make them heard when crowds drown out your call. â
â leave behind your questions, silent thoughts and mentions. â
â a wake has to be left, so never falter down. â
â so do with it what you can. â
â i came here for sanctuary. â
â to be away from the winds and the sounds of the city. â
â i came here to get some peace. â
â yes, way down here where the shadows are heavy. â
â i canât help but think of you. â
â in these four walls, my thoughts seem to wonder. â
â to some distant century where everyone we know is six feet under. â
â so when all of your friends are dead and just a memory, and weâre side by side? â
â itâs always been just you and me for all to see. â
â when our lives are over and all that remains are our skulls and bones, letâs take it to the grave. â
â hold me in your arms. â
â iâll be buried here with you. â
â iâll hold in these hands all that remains. â
â i donât want to rest in peace. â
â we can haunt each otherâs dreams. â
â weâll fight underneath this surf, bicker away in the darkness. â
â weâll find our way to result away from the lands of the living. â
â weâll find a common ground and fall in love all over again. â
â all of our friends are dead and just a memory. â
â from dusk 'til dawn, the otherâs screams grow silent  â
â i know i chased a memory. â
â but you used to taste so sweet. â
â as you faded away, i realized itâs all over. â
â nothing stays the same. â