About "Suicide Notes And Butterfly Kisses" album:
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"Suicide Notes And Butterfly Kisses" by Atreyu, which was released in 2002 and consists of 7 songs.
Ain't Love Grand
It's so hard to see when your eyes are rolling in the back of your head
It's even harder to speak when everything you say just comes out wrong
Gutted like a pig, all you want is the world to bleed, someone somewhere stole your desire
The pain akin to being punched in the throat, and stabbed in the chest
You would rather bleed than be without her
Gone are the tender whispers dancing in your ears
Replaced with lackluster memories you cry, your screams play in your empty room
At Least I Know I'm A Sinner
Lift up a stone and you will find him,
Cherish the beauty in the world around us
Not in buildings or crosses made by man.
Judge me, fuck you, stop playing god,
Your forked tongue prophecies
Carelessly caressing the wounds of the weak
People like you should be crucified,
Then maybe just maybe you would have an idea
Of what you are talking about.
Deanne The Arsonist
Coward, the next time you want to fuck me over, stab me in the front.
Can I still see my future in your eyes?
I cannot picture myself, stone dead in your embrace,
And your cruel, crimson smile, kills me quietly.
No one can have their moments free from your withering touch
Fuck off, like your the only one who has ever cried or been broken by love.
Spare me your pity party, drunk off your own misfortunes.
Yesterday I forgot to breathe for like the 6th time this week...
Maybe it was the pink cloud strafed sky that changed my mind, and brought me back.
Seems like every day it's kill or be killed...
With all this anger, we cannot progress.
With all this anger there is no time to inhale and progress,
And catch the smell of something that you once knew...
Cause every day it's bear the load or break
When will it be too much?
Have you ever stopped, raised your face up to the sun and screamed?
Let it out exhale the pain that strangulates your soul.
Lip Gloss And Black
If I gave you pretty enough words.
Could you paint a picture of us that works.
An emphasis on function rather than design.
Aren't you tired cause I will carry you, on a broken back
And blown out knees, I have been where you are for a while...
Aren't you tired of being weak?
Such rage that you could scream,
All the stars right out of the sky
And destroy the prettiest starry night.
Living Each Day Like Youre Already Dead
Raise up the ghosts of the dead - I won't die like them
Push past the point of raw emotion - I will breathe
Exist with a broken spirit - I will die complete
Ignore what the angels say, enjoy that special place where the demons speak to me
I won't pick out the lining of my coffin yet unless I am sure that color satin is me
Better yet go with crushed velvet, that way I'll be damn sure to enjoy eternity
My daily life writes the eulogy, engraved on tombstone diaries
Laid to rest by the passing of time
Seems to me that even love can die
Tulips Are Better
Crystal clear I see the rose is frail.
The thorns hide easily in it's beauty.
As I go to grasp it in my hand,
My heart is torn beating from my chest.
Let me be captivated by your beauty,
Then let me fall from your grace unto my broken knees.
Close my eyes so tightly: the tears are welling up.
You aren't worth the waste of the salt or the water.
Watch the sun play in your hair