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Six Trillion Years and Overnight StoryOnce a upon a time and place unknown
Lived a boy forgot and left all alone
No one knew what he could do or of this fairytale
Probably since before the day I was born
Call it fate but I was drowned with scorn
No one tried to be on my side so I'd turn the other cheek
I can't help my feeling sad
Though I guess it ain't too bad
Calling from the setting sun
Took my hand and flew away
Tell me why Tell me why
No one ever tells me why
Why they hate me and despise me when I haven't done a thing
In the rain all I feel is this never ending chill
But a trillion trillion trillion years had left me freezing cold
Can I die? Can I die?
I'm just waiting 'til I die
Never dreamed a single dream so kind in my entire life
No one knew, even cared for this fleeting fairy tail
Then it slipped into seething sun and soon it sailed away
All this time it bore right down to the core
All the pain had torn and left me sore
Right behind you had all this time been watching from my side
Cannot look or hear or speak to
A l o n eB-r-o-k-e-n |h|e|a|r|t|,
B l a c k e n e d sky,
S t a r l e s s *n*i*g*h*t*.
Sixteen Moons Lyricssixteen moons,
sixteen of your deepest fears,
sixteen times you dreamed my tears,
falling, falling through the years...
sound of thunder in your ears,
sixteen miles before she nears,
sixteen seeks what sixteen fears...
sixteen times you dreamed my fears,
sixteen will try to bind the spheres,
sixteen screams but just one hears...
the claming moon,
the hour nears,
in these pages darkness clears,
powers bind what fire sears...
now has come the day you fear,
claim or be claimed,
moon or sun destroy me here...
five hour energyi suppose
last week was only an aftershock
of the earthquake you were before.
this place used to vibrate
with metal strings and melodic,
testimonies to life,
emitting coffee-scented moods
and the burn of it too.
i had memorized the
sounds of silence,
i couldn't help but relish it.
no longer had i known
the sounds of folk
and scent of mocha-
you became nothing more
than an echo of the laughter
i so desperately needed to hear again.
then the echoes got louder,
bouncing ferociously off the walls
to be made manifest
i walked into your room
expecting exactly what i found-
an unmade bed,
and an empty beer
(the one that you insisted you needed
just days ago).
i pressed my nose
into the pillow
for incense and cologne and starbucks
to penetrate my mind
and thinking fervently
i already know
what a clean sheet smells like."
how strong an aftershock can be,
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