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No Escape from Lavender Town-English Song Lyrics
Ticking, ticking, now the time, the clock stops
end your misery, weep and then you shout out
secrets that the night air can't hold for you
your the master why don't you take a break?
Rest your head and have a little dream now
reach the heavens, close your eyes and sleep now
Sway to the sound of my tragic lullaby
you won't regret all I have to send you
If you dare then hold you heart close to you
this might be the last time that it holds you
make a little wish and have a little dream
close your eyes and quietly go to sleep
You will listen, and you're going to obey
find a tree and from it's limbs you must hang
Take a knife and put it through your head now
There's no escape from the lavender town
It will know you're every fear and your name
if you don't die then you will be haunted
by the nightmares the creatures collected
always always abused and neglected
Tick tick you will never come back to life
tock tock you will never lose your mind
The Song Bliss is SadnessI'm still singing.
Everyday, someone is tainting me.
I've got people that want to see me die.
I've got people that are constantly bringing me down.
Like, every time I try to stand up, someone knocks me down. Then they pin me there. And they beat me senseless until I’m bleeding and broken and crying and begging them to stop.
Yesterday it was a war.
The day before that, modern technology killed someone.
Today, a pandemic.
What am I gonna do?
Nothing. If I die during one of these beatings, or get drafted into a war.
If I get killed by my laptop or my MP3 player, or I get sick and die, there is nothing I can do.
I'm still singing.
Stuck in the metal cage of life that i've come to think of as grim. It's dark. It's cold. There's nothing ever happy in the cage. Always, everyday, something bad happens.
The closest thing to good news I've gotten in years was that someone complimented my singing.
We're all bent and bloody and bruised, but almost none of us are singing.
We sing about
King of the feathers,
High in the air.
Watching you soar away from here.
Waiting for you,
To come down from the blue,
To ask ‘bout your journey up there.
For while it is rainy and cold,
You hover high over clouds.
And you get to soar through the pink and the blue,
All else run from thunderous sounds.
I would not mind being like you,
‘Cause I could forever roam the blue.
While I’m high in the air,
Where no one can find,
And for once be at peace,
No work to bind,
The amazing adventures I could find.
But O’ King of the Feathers,
High in the air,
I suppose I will just stay down here.
And wait for you to venture ‘way from the blue,
And ask you ‘bout your journey up there.
if i lay here forever
and no one talks to me
or looks at me
or thinks about me
i can finally slow
Tokyo Teddy Bear (Rin Kagamine/02) English LyricsFather and mother mine, i'm sorry for acting like
I'm just a stupid child, still sucking on my thumb,
And brother, sister, it's time to say goodbye
These broken, tattered shoes, will carry me far away
I cannot fix this hole that's been cut into my heart
Out of thread and out of time, how it frustrates me so~
So What? I'll just have to try again
Just one more stitch, and i'll be fixed, but still broken inside
The puppet of you, lies beneath you
is it truth or is it lies?
Would it make any sense to you?
Why not!? I. DON'T. KNOW.
Cannot replace this, must repair this
weathered beaten heart of mine
Until I find, the wildest thing, and feel at ease again...
Goodbye teachers and friends, I hope that you'll be well
Did you know I never cared for any of you at all?
Wounds of corruption burned into my veins
words of the people burned into my mind
Wounds of corruption burned into my veins
words of the people etched into my heart~
Hold on, the fabric blows in the wind
Take it all apart, I s
Caged BirdI have problems.
I've had problems for a long time, but I have my ways of dealing with them.
So I have this friend. Boy friend, actually.
And uh...I've kinda taken him captive.
NONONO don't reach for the phone. Not now, okay? lemme finish.
He's not normal. Kinda like me. So I guess it's okay.
He's a bird person. Not like an angel. I made him that way as he lay unconscious in the corners of my mind.
I turned him that way so i'm not the only weird one.
I took him and reformed him in my emotions and image.
His wings are black. I wanted to turn him dark like my soul but...I think I loved him too much.
How do you fall in love with something that doesn't exist?
Anyway. So I created a false world around us. Other people. Towns and cities. A entire world that's an illusion and it revolves around us.
He feels sad sometimes. And that makes me sad. I need to satisfy my lust for bloodshed.
So I use one of these other people like puppets and cause him pain.
I beat him and cut
You're worth so much moreShe was the type
to cut her wrists,
and then swallow the
because looking at what
was even harder
but I want to tell her
to let the emotions
p i l
out of her mouth,
instead of her
and that I'll gladly
let the words slice me,
if it means
I Tear My Skin AwayI Tear My Skin Away
I tear this skin from my body,
Even if the world screams,
That I am only an illusion.
I tear the bones from my legs,
Through pain, I will grow,
Through suffering, I will become.
I rip the muscles from my arms,
These teeth from my jaws...
And with nothing upon me,
I carry on...
Like a broken puppet, still shivering,
Still forcing its way through the darkness;
I tremble for I am nothing...
And yet, I am moving. My voice still screams...
I draw breath into these tired lungs,
As I rip the flesh away...
And I shatter these mirrors before me,
With a voice that will not break:
Because the world cannot label me as nothing,
And I will live for my own sake!
"So tell me, is that all the pain you've got for me?"
You're beautifulPlease eat.
Are you listening to me?
If you are,
I want to tell you.
You re beautiful.
It doesn't matter what you weigh,
you shouldn't feel guilty about what you ate.
It doesn't matter,
I promise you things will get better.
Listen to my words,
Hold my hand.
Don't worry about the rest of the world,
It's okay if they don't understand,
How it feels like,
To feel fat,
To feel ugly,
To feel worthless.
You are none of those things.
It s okay to be chubby,
It s okay to be skinny.
Because you have a big heart.
And your smile,
Is like a priceless work of art.
And I don't want to see you destroy,
Because you're more than just a broken toy.
And to everyone else,
So for once let yourself be,
Accept your reflection.
Because you are the definition of perfection.
So don't worry,
Don't be sorry,
To be who you are.
Because you re,
Those Green Eyes (Or: Don't Lie to Your Kid)Those green eyes -
The green of joy
The green of hope
The green of love and acceptance -
Were always full of lies.
They first lied when I said,
After a nightmare at four am
When I was too small to reach a light switch,
“Will you ever leave me?”
And those eyes said,
Why did those green eyes
Shut when I needed them most?
"Are you okay?"
Would be a red line
That I would etch into myself
Those green eyes melted.
Those green eyes did shine
And I knew what it was -
I was young, not stupid -
But I indulged the lie,
For those green eyes.
"Will it get better?"
I asked one sunny Saturday
At ten in the morning
And those green eyes looked away;
“And you’ll be here forever?”
There were no words.
I made up my own affirmative.
Those green eyes -
When they saw
How I’d rubbed myself raw
notes on a matchbook love.if I were the type
to say how I really felt,
I'd tell you that
I hope you choke on your apologies
like they're arsenic
and your nails are already
with the poison.
I'd let you know
that I'll never be a body
for you to touch
just because I know that's all you want.
I'll never be a fairy in a bottle
at your waist.
this is no storybook, and
I am no myth.
hear my silence,
feel the cold absence
respond to your weak "I'm sorry"s.
I beg you,
stop digging the hole,
stop, just stop.
Hush and watch the flames
engulf the image you sold me.
you can tell me
I'm beautiful as much
as you want,
but I know that it's not enough,
that you'll always want more,
that you've been a wolf
between my legs all this time
and my fingers are bruised
from holding the leash.
now every time you whisper
"please be okay",
I will always tell you that
I'm fine, I'm fine, I'm fine.
I will forever pretend
that I've grown up from you,
that I've become a mystery
What is Hope?Hope is something we have as children,
It helps us thrive and try our hardest.
Hope is what we express in the worst of times
When all hope seems lost.
Hope is what people possess in life
To work toward our dreams.
Hope is a lie
That's not worth our time.
AnxietyAnxiety tapping on my door,
"Can I come inside your head?"
I shiver, not ready for its visit.
It charges in, smelling of worry.
Spends a morning, afternoon and night,
playing with my emotions.
A marionette dancing its old tune on rough strings.
Leaves me winded and praying to beat it the next time.
I miss youYou are a ghost in my head
Living, yet you haunt my thoughts today
To speak your name
Would be to desecrate this space
Where you are, I should not care to know
But you are a never-healing wound
An unfulfilled promise
A chance to do no wrong
My memories burn with your taste, your touch, your smell
Who have I become?
Too long have the years been to me
To find myself wishing for the crossroads
For the chance to say no, one more time.
I Know You're Strong, Let's Be Stronger TogetherI Know You're Strong, Let's Be Stronger Together
if i’m being completely honest,
i can’t say i know what you’re goin’ through.
and if i’m being frank,
i’m sort of afraid to write this
because i’ve always been unsure
if i love too much but it’s my nature
and i’d rather lose by trying too hard
than to do so without doing enough.
i hope you’re asleep now
and i hope you don’t read this
till the morning and i hope by then
things will be a little lighter
but i’m hoping against hope
because if you don’t know,
i feel when things are off.
call it intuition, call it a feelin’,
say i just know it.
my friend, my door is always open
even when you’re feeling closed
off to the world and right there,
i can understand that feeling well,
because i still feel we relate to one another
better than most brothers understand their sisters.
know i look at you as a sibling
and i believe we know when the other
Loving You is PainfulLoving you is painful
loving you is wrong
You are meant to be the bird
of a never ending song
Loving you is painful
Loving you isn't fair
Because you're miles away in dreams
you don't know that i'm here
Loving you is painful
Love you is a crime
because no one else can see you
you're only in my mind
Loving you is painful
because I made you up
It's sad that I was desperate enough
to with you, fall in love
Parenting for Sex AddictsThe half-day.
We are not those folks that need an occasion to try. And that’s what they call it, too. Trying. As if the very idea of it is taxing. It’s not taxing and we are not those people.
No. We do not go by some magical calendar. Schedules aren’t really our thing in general. That’d be too organized. Too stuffy. Too… I don’t know… too planned. And we’re not the type of people whom plan.
If we could—plan—our lives would be much different. I think. It’s hard to say because this is how we’ve always been.
Our very togetherness is a result of impulse. I’m almost certain that the amount of time it took us to decide to move in together was significantly shorter than the amount of time it took us to remember each other’s names. We might have had our first conversation moments after that first… what I mean to say is we didn’t plan. Because planning would have been much t
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