I Am Reaching, Are You Reaching Out?

America Online icon-external-link-12x12 icon-search-12x12 (track 02 from the Monsters LP by The Midnight icon-external-link-12x12 icon-search-12x12 )

"Monsters" LP by The Midnight. [Formatted]

If I love you, will you love me?
If I want you, will you want me?
I am reaching, are you reaching out?
If I touch you, will you touch me now?

Through the wires to the heart
Phantom fingers fumble in the dark
I thought I did–yes, I felt a spark

Are we all one beating heart?

If I love you, will you love me?
If I hurt you, will you hurt me?
I am reaching, are you reaching out?
If I touch you, will you touch me now?

Through the wires to the heart
Phantom fingers fumble in the dark
I thought I did–yes, I felt a spark
Are we all one beating heart?

Are we all one beating heart?
Or are we strangers?

Am I a stranger?

Are we all one beating heart?

Hell is Empty Because All My Demons Are Here

Monster at the End icon-external-link-12x12 icon-search-12x12 (track 03 from the For All Kings LP by Anthrax icon-external-link-12x12 icon-search-12x12 )
“Monster at the End” Song Lyrics icon-external-link-12x12 icon-search-12x12

Anthrax's "For All Kings" album cover. [Formatted]

Breathing Lightning icon-external-link-12x12 icon-search-12x12 (track 05 from the For All Kings LP)
“Breathing Lightning” Song Lyrics icon-external-link-12x12 icon-search-12x12
Blood Eagle Wings icon-external-link-12x12 icon-search-12x12 (track 09 from the For All Kings LP)
“Blood Eagle Wings” Song Lyrics icon-external-link-12x12 icon-search-12x12

Distortion Sufficient

This Cold Black icon-external-link-12x12 icon-search-12x12 (track 09 from the All Hope is Gone LP by Slipknot icon-external-link-12x12 icon-search-12x12 )

Slipknot's "All Hope is Gone" album cover. [Formatted]

Welcome home

Mother Nature is a coward/Mother Nature is a whore
No more presence and no more power
I pray for death by the hour
Cut another smile into me/Cut into me is all that you are
My artifice won’t recognize me
You won’t find me anymore

Post-traumatic war machines
The pessimists still won’t believe
Throw away my past mistakes
It’s all I can do to feel

Let my weapons be your children
Let my armies be your damned
Try to suffer on in silence
Try to stop me if you can

Pneumatic destroyer, pathetic seducer
Distortion sufficient
Some day—one day—we will live our lives again

My ghosts have found their way back home
I have every right to kill my own/Every right to kill my own
I am something now that never could exist
My anguish conquers all

Pay the price and watch me fall
My only key is broken
My broken key is only me

Pneumatic destroyer, pathetic seducer
Distortion sufficient
Some day—one day—we will live our lives again

You’re an utter waste of tired flesh
It doesn’t matter if you can’t progress
Even now they still create me
Give me your ignorance and irritate me

I am made of the same debris
You want it all but you didn’t want me
A hypocrite with no real use
I’m alive, what’s your excuse?

Pneumatic destroyer
Pathetic seducer
Distortion sufficient
Some day—one day—we’ll live our lives again

My Hell is Wasted Potential

This Will Outlive Us icon-external-link-12x12 icon-search-12x12 (track 03 from the Undoing Ruin LP by Darkest Hour icon-external-link-12x12 icon-search-12x12 )

Darkest Hour's "Undoing Ruin" album art. [Formatted]

Gone are the days of evasion
Existence is how you create it
Whatever compels you to keep on—fucking embrace it

Say so long to the missing piece of the puzzle
We are split down the middle
We had better prepare ourselves for perpetual winter

Why do we do this to ourselves?
Continuous escape is a living hell
Like those other lovers hidden under the covers: it’s so empty in the arms of another

See what you’ve done
You’re irresistible with your sordid stories
The morbid glory of it all
Remember when times were worth celebrating
Pour the wine for the fallen friends and foes singing in unison

My hell is a blank piece of paper staring back at me
My hell is wasted potential, haunting me

Why do we do this to ourselves?
Continuous escape is a living hell

Why do we do this to ourselves?
It’s so fucking empty in the arms of another