Well I guess it's been eons since I've last posted. even after so long, I still can't find something decent to post about. So therefore, to commemorate my new layout. I shall waste all my precious time to type the lyrics to this song on the spotlight even though no one reads so I'm going to waste all my precious time to type the lyrics to this song on the spotlight.
Well anyway, also check out 'Abolition of Man' by the same band. I shall follow the trend for typing what has happened in my life this very dull day.
Today i went to school, ate recess, had a sugar donut, left school for home, went tuition, used the com to type this, watch tv and slept. Boring but, isn't that what almost everyone is doing on their blogs. I'm gonna die of boredome reading all that crap.
About my new layout, it's blue, it's grey, and I think it's better than my previous one. Well, when i'm bored, I just open photoshop and start making a heading. That's how you guys make your own layout right? Blogs are so damn troublesome.
Late night, brakes lock, hear the tires squeal
Red light, can't stop so i spin the wheel
My world goes black before i feel an angel lift me up
and i open bloodshot eyes into fluorescent white
they flip the siren, hit the lights,
close the doors and i am gone
Now i lay here owing my life to a stranger
and i realize that empty words are not enough
I'm left here with the question of just
what have i to show except the promises i never kept?
I lie here shaking on this bed,
under the weight of my regrets
Chorus:
I hope that i will never let you down
I know that this can be more than just
flashing lights and sound
Look around and you'll see that at times it
feels like no one really cares
It gets me down but i'm still gonna try to do what's right,
i know that there's a
difference between sleight of hand,
and giving everything you have
There's a line drawn in the sand,
i'm working up the will to cross it and
[Chorus]
Rhetoric can't raise the dead
I'm sick of always talking when there's no change
I'm sick of empty words, let's lead and not follow
Late night, brakes lock, hear the tires squeal
Red light, can't stop so i spin the wheel
My world goes black before i
feel an angel steal me from the
greedy jaws of death and chance,
and pull me in with steady hands
they've given me a second chance,
the artist in the ambulance and
[Chorus]
Can we pick you off the ground,
more than flashing lights and sound
