EVERYONE's DEAD

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• written by  J. Carpentier

I want to protect you, I want to defend, I want to behold you, but everyone’s dead  

I’d like to believe you, I’d like to pretend, I’d like to receive you, but everyone’s dead .  

I’m doin’ my time…half-time at warp speed… you’re running away. Yeah, yeah, yeah

I’m doin’ my-time…half-time…at the speed of light…you’re still running away. Yeah, yeah, yeah

You want to deceive me, you want to descend, I want to believe you that everyone’s dead….everyone’s dead!

I wanna grieve for you, I want it to end, I want to disclude you, but everyone’s dead. 

I’m doin’ my time…half-time at warp speed… you’re running away. Yeah, yeah, yeah

I’m doin’ my-time…half-time…at the speed of light…you’re still running away. Yeah, yeah, yeah

To the victim goes the spoils

And all you victims still get spoiled 

The winners are victims, the winners are foiled, the winners are losers, the winners are all…still running away.

You’re running away…You’re running away…You’re running away…You’re running away

• written by  D. McDermott

 I'm stuck in the ground, moving without sound, you say I'm out of bounds. 

This is what you're telling me. 

I'm not here to cry, make-or-break, I try.... time to f*** or fly. 

This is what you're selling me. 

No one can win this fight; I've got a plan tonight, because you're always right. 

This is what you're telling me. 

Nothing that I believe, a wish I won't receive; omissions to deceive. 

Truth is like a felony.

You think you're good enough, I'm telling you it never is.

You think you're good enough. I'm telling you that I've had better.

You think you've had enough. I'm telling you that it's too much.

You know you're good enough...true enough to forget her.

In the space between, details are cut lean and the average is too mean.

This is what you're telling me. 

A small piece of my heart for you to rip apart... I know you're so smart. 

Because it's what you're selling me. 

Push and pull mistake, watch the levee break, so learn for your own sake. 

What is it you're telling me? 

It's time for the final time, acquitted of my crime, no reason without a rhyme. 

Touching's like a felony. 

You think you're good enough, I'm telling you it never is.

You think you're good enough. I'm telling you that I've had better.

You think you've had enough. I'm telling you that it's too much.

You know you're good enough...true enough to forget her.

It's better to run it's not like I'm afraid.... you thinking commitments, I just want to get laid.

You want to give and take, but I like what I've got... if I describe "perfection" it's all that you're not.

You think you're good enough, I'm telling you it never is.

You think you're good enough. I'm telling you that I've had better.

You think you've had enough. I'm telling you that it's too much.

You know you're good enough...true enough to forget her.

• written by  D. McDermott 

Why do I hold onto to something past?

You finished 1st so I guess I'll make it last

I know I've been hanging on awhile

Seems that letting go has never been my style

I've never...seen the forest for the trees

I'm not praying...but I'm down on my knees

So you say it's better letting go

Difference between what I feel and know

No one's going according to what's best planned

I just sit here and watch this all go through my hands

And I know...you had to cure your own disease

I've never...seen the forest for the trees

And I know...you had to cure your own disease

I'm not praying...but I'm down on my knees

Why do I hold onto to something past?

You finished 1st so I guess I'll make it last

I know I've been hanging on awhile

Seems that letting go has never been my style

I've never...seen the forest for the trees

I'm not praying...but I'm down on my knees

And I know...you had to kill your own disease

I'm not praying...but I'm down on my knees

I'm not praying, I'm not praying, I'm not praying, I'm not praying

I'm not praying, I'm not praying ...but I'm down on my knees.

• written by  J. Carpentier 

I’ve got your number. I’ll catch your tiger by the toe, 

you’re gonna be my sugar-mama baby beggin' me for more. 

I’ve got your number. And I’ll just tell you so, 

you’re gonna be my little rag-doll like a sixties G.I. Joe. 

You can’t fight it. Take off the boxing gloves. 

You’ll be higher than a kite just like a junkie on his drugs. 

I know you want it. You know you want it too. 

I might beg and steal and cheat you but I’ll always tell the truth.

I’m gonna hold you, ‘til the night becomes the dawn

and then I’ll coach you on just what you’ve been doing wrong. 

I’m gonna be the perfect man that you’ve got in your head

I’m gonna be that perfect man when you take me to bed. 

I’ll be your man today. I’ll be your man tomorrow. 

I’ll be your man everyday. Or as long as you want me to stay. 

• written by  J. Carpentier 

I never dreamed that I could be in suffocation’s youth

I never dreamed that I’d be with another girl like you…in this holding cell 

I never dreamed that I would want and hold on for something more

I never dreamed that I would break down another door…in this hell

Noooooh…Thanks to you, I guess I’m no one…again.

I’m always dreaming that you are into the fear…

I’m always dreaming that you are forever near

It’s always the panic and the grain that’s growing in the fields

It’s always the manic of the stains that are sowing in all the feels

Noooooh…Thanks to you, I guess I’m no one…again.

I want you to run away but you can’t even crawl.

I want you to take half but you just go and take it all

fingers crossed that lightning strikes twice…and strikes you down…again left to your device.

Noooooh…Thanks to you, I guess I’m no one…again.

• written by  A. Mendence

My head is throbbing, my arms are sore. My hands are worked down to the core. 

My mind is messed up, oh can’t you see. It’s something I’ll never be. 

My life means nothing or so you say. Can we have sex anyway? 

Oh watcha doin’? I don’t know. Why is it I have to go? 

My money’s spent. My balls are blue. And this is all because of you, because of you… 

I’m pussy-whipped…I’m pussy-whipped…I’m pussy-whipped, whipped, whipped. 

Oh, bitch. I’ll take this stand, just so you understand. 

I didn’t mean it. Please don’t cry. I’ll be better I will try: 

To see your way. More often dear. Just don’t let me see those tears. 

Now there’s that smile I love so much, still you don’t want my touch. 

You found it funny, you had your chuckle. So what you knew that I’d buckle; 

Buckle ‘cause of you, because of you…because of you…because of you, you, you. 

I’m pussy- whipped…I’m pussy-whipped…I’m pussy-whipped, whipped, whipped. 

• written by  J. Carpentier 

 I’m stealing…the rewards of my riches. I’m ripping…thy wounds of thy stiches.
Nobody ever told me just how to dream; I’m not too sure how to cut this fucking scene.
I’m drowning…in ice water with no air. I’m thinking…in a world that’s not too clear.
If it’s out of sight then it’s out of mind. I won’t punish you to fit my crime. 

Why?..Why don’t you, why don’t you?…Why?..Why don’t you stop and smell the roses? 

I’m lying…so that I’ll be desensitized. Why does…no one ever answer when penny lies?
If you can’t see pitch in the dead of night you won’t see no rainbows in black and white.
Sail off…Sail off into the sunset. That don’t mean…I’m ever gonna forget.
Gonna wait for the weak end. Gonna fall off the fucking deep end. 

• written by  J. Carpentier

Taking the escalator on the way to your heart with the radio playing in your car. 

Depression set on cruise control as I drive into cracks and folds as trees and telephone poles and holes are devoid of what we both know. 

No…no, no, no. Can’t make me feel the pain. You won’t see my teardrops in the rain. 

Sun peeping through spaces in clouds; while you’re making sight right out of sound. 

You’re jumping in without your jacket, in this river of my sorrow, buying overpriced tickets of everything that you now know. 

What would you do with space and time? If you were going out of your mind? 

You’d be jumping in without your jacket in this river of my sorrow buying overpriced tickets of everything that you now know. 

No…no, no, no. Can’t make me feel the pain. You won’t see my teardrops in the rain.