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    minuteforce

    minuteforce Danny's not here, Mrs. Torrance. LPA Team

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    i thought i'd contribute something to this section of the LPA MB. like, i've flooded my thread in the FMMB's lyrical lounge" so i thought i might stick something here. the gaps between each piece are really long. each piece is separated by a gazillion other pieces. ha.

    THE SCARY PART'S OVER
    i can't see anything out here!
    and it's a little unsettling;
    are you still there? ... i can't tell;

    i'm screaming for help - it's hurting!
    but i'm getting nothing here;
    and it's hurting - just MAKE IT STOP!

    are you there?

    could you please just say something
    to make these cuts stop stinging? ...
    (i can only hope you still remember)
    i can feel the shards in my mouth,
    the glass shifting in my throat;

    (collapse in the middle of the road)
    lights flicker in the distance,

    i can hear ... everything (so little)
    and the clarity is just so painful;
    it's all playing in my mind;

    it's taking all my strength just to
    keep myself together here -

    but it's pointless, isn't it?
    just for another precious moment ...
    and you knew well enough, i suppose.
    or have i been wrong this whole time?

    PRAGUE
    ... the leaves flutter in the wind,
    you'll find your way home someday.
    they're cleaning it all up now,
    tell me (convince me) ... what happened?

    the fires burned everything away
    and it's cold again (they were wrong)
    in the wake of revelation;
    when did expect this coming?

    you've got nowhere left to go,
    called to arms - defend; where were you?
    you woke up to something else ...

    fell from the sky to find
    your world crashing down around you;
    this is pressure - this is pressure;
    it never seemed so foreign ...

    the shields fell to fiction;
    the glass shattered; they broke through,
    look at what's happened;
    they all lost their minds.

    is it really over now?
    it's never over, not here.
    what's broken will never go away.
    tell me (convince me) ... who am i?

    they're pulling bodies from the wreckage,
    crushed, trampled, burned alive;
    their eyes are lost now, their faces are gone.
    no, they don't even feel the shards
    sticking out of their necks;

    this is making me sick ...
    you know i couldn't stay.
    so, tell me ... where do i go now? ...

    ANGEL TEARS
    holding you together
    as you lean against me,
    i can feel every breath, every sob,
    you pour into me now ...
    i can feel everything in here,
    it's running in slow motion
    and, for a moment, i'm out of sync
    but i'm here. i'm here now;
    watching the world come to an end.

    ENCHANTRESS
    this isn't the path to reprisal,
    deep within the caverns,
    i've found the faces you scratched out,
    all the names, carved into this stone,
    i see every life you stole ...
    i could destroy all this,
    i could have this place caving in,
    crashing down around me right now ...
    ... but i wouldn't make it out alive,
    and neither would you.
    they say the angel lives deep down here;
    maybe it shouldn't see the light of day.
    maybe you don't really deserve this. i don't care.
    maybe i'm not good enough ...
    ... but you know better than anyone what i'm capable of.
     

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