This is gospel for the fallen ones, locked away in permanent slumber assembling their philosophies from pieces of broken memories.
This is the beat of my heart, this is the beat of my heart.
The gnashing teeth and criminal tongues conspire against the odds but they haven’t seen the best of us yet.
If you love me, let me go. If you love me, let me go
Cause these words are knives, and often leave scars. The fear of falling apart. And truth be told I never was yours. The fear, he fear of falling apart. -This Is Gospel, Panic! At The Disco
When I was a young boy, my father took me into the city to see a marching band.
He said, "Son, when you grow up, would you be the saviour of the broken, the beaten and the damned?" He said "Will you defeat them, your demons, and all the non-believers, the plans that they have made? Because one day I'll leave you, a phantom to lead you in the summer, to join The Black Parade." -Welcome to the Black Parade, My Chemical Romance
It's all a game of this or that, now versus then; better off against worse for wear. And you’re someone who knows someone who knows someone I once knew. And I just want to be a part of this.
The road outside my house is paved with good intentions, hired a construction crew 'cause it's hell on the engine. You are the dreamer and we are the dream. I could write it better than you ever felt it. -Hum Hallelujah, Fall Out Boy
I comb the crowd and pick you out, my mouth moves too fast for you to figure it out. It starts eyes closed, to fingers crossed. To "I swear, I say." To "I swear, I say."
To hands between legs, to "whatever it takes". To drinks at the club, to the bar, to the keys to your car. To hotel stairs, to the emergency exit door. - XO, Fall Out Boy
I'm coming apart at the seams, pitching myself for leads in other people's dreams now. Buzz, buzz, buzz. Doc, there's a hole where something was. Doc, there's a hole where something was.
Fell out of bed, butterfly bandage, but don't worry, you'll never remember, your head is far too blurry.
Put him in the back of a squad car, restrain that man. He needs his head put through a catscan. Hey editor, I'm undeniable! Hey doctor, I'm certifiable!
I'm a loose bolt of a complete machine. What a match, I'm half doomed and you're semi-sweet. -Disloyal Order of Water Buffaloes, Fall Out Boy
Find a safe place, brace yourself, bite your lips. I'm sending your fingernails and empty bottles you've sipped back to your family 'cause I know you will be missed. So you can find a safe place, brace yourself.
They call kids like us vicious and carved out of stone, but for what we've become, we just feel more alone. Always weigh what I've got against what I left. So progress report: I am missing you to death. -I Slept With Someone In Fall Out Boy And All I Got Was This Stupid Song Written About Me, Fall Out Boy
Sometimes the curiosity can kill the soul but leave the pain. And every ounce of innocence is left inside her brain. And through the looking glass we see she's painfully returned, but now off with her head I fear is everyone's concern.
You see there's no real ending, it's only the beginning. -Her Name Is Alice, Shinedowb
And everyone's looking for relief, a bidding war for an old flame's grief. The cause, the kid, the course, the charm, and the curse. Not a word that could make you comprehend. Too well dressed for the witness stand. The press prays for whichever headline's worse. -
You're Crashing But You're No Wave, Fall Out Boy
And the record won't stop skipping and the lies just won't stop slipping. And besides my reputation's on the line. We can fake it for the airwaves; force our smiles, baby, half dead. From comparing myself to everyone else around me. -I've Got A Dark Alley And A Bad Idea That Says You Should Shut Your Mouth (Summer Song), Fall Out Boy
And it's a battered old suitcase to a hotel someplace, and a wound that will never heal. No prima donna, the perfume is on an old shirt that is stained with blood and whiskey. And goodnight to the street sweepers, the night watchman, flame keepers and goodnight to Matilda, too. -Tom Traubert's Blues, Patrick Stump.
Here, have a copy.