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    • Dust has settled on my frame of mind
      Misunderstood prices paid blindly for your sins
      Remedies and resolutions unreachable from here
      Past the point of solution

      But inside your eyes there's nothing left to see
      Just a dull reflection of what I use to be
      No more us just me and just you and just things that aren't true
      There's no more tolerance in me no patience no understanding
    • For the love of god, will you bite your tongue
      Before we make you swallow it
      It's moments like this where silence is golden
      And then you speak

      No one wants to hear you
      No one wants to see you
      So desperate and pathetic
      I'm begging you to spare me
      The pleasure of your company

      When did the diamonds leave your bones?

      I'm burning down every bridge we make
      I'll watch you choke on the hearts you break
      I'm bleeding out every word you said
      Go to hell for heaven's sake

      bulbman;312757 wrote:

      Oh yes of course, because the forums were just bustling with new and exciting threads such as "When will the next update be?", "How would YOU release Black Mesa?", "Happy Birthday Sersoft", and my favorite, "Something Soon". Face it, very little of the threads on these forums are either interesting or new.
    • To the town of Agua Fria rode a stranger one fine day
      Hardly spoke to folks around him didn't have too much to say
      No one dared to ask his business no one dared to make a slip
      for the stranger there among them had a big iron on his hip
      Big iron on his hip

      It was early in the morning when he rode into the town
      He came riding from the south side slowly lookin' all around
      He's an outlaw loose and running came the whisper from each lip
      And he's here to do some business with the big iron on his hip
      big iron on his hip
    • I've been workin' so hard
      Keep punchin' my card
      Eight hours, for what?
      Oh, tell me what I got

      I got this feelin'
      That time's just holdin' me down
      I'll hit the ceilin'
      Or else I'll tear up this town

      Tonight, I gotta cut loose, footloose
      Kick off your Sunday shoes
      Please, Louise, pull me offa my knees
      Jack, get back, c'mon before we crack
      Lose your blues, everybody cut footloose
      "A laugh can be a very powerful thing. Why, sometimes in life, it's the only weapon we have." --Roger Rabbit
    • The first thing I remember knowing,
      Was a lonesome whistle blowing,
      And a young un's dream of growing up to ride;
      On a freight train leaving town,
      Not knowing where I'm bound,
      No-one could change my mind but Mama tried.
      One and only rebel child,
      From a family, meek and mild:
      My Mama seemed to know what lay in store.
      Despite all my Sunday learning,
      Towards the bad, I kept on turning.
      'Til Mama couldn't hold me anymore.

      And I turned twenty-one in prison doing life without parole.
      No-one could steer me right but Mama tried, Mama tried.
      Mama tried to raise me better, but her pleading, I denied.
      That leaves only me to blame 'cos Mama tried.
    • Came in from a rainy Thursday on the avenue,
      I thought I heard you talking softly.
      I turned on the lights, the TV, and the radio.
      But still I can't escape the ghost of you.

      What has happened to it all?
      Crazy some would say...
      Where is the life that I recognize..?
      Gone away.

      But I won't cry for yesterday,
      There's an ordinary world,
      Somewhere I have to find.
      And as I try to make my way,
      To the ordinary world,
      I will learn to survive.
      When people get killed, they die!
    • This is the story of a man,
      Who conquered life drink in hand
      Ship unmanned.
      Marked by genius, channelled good,
      By some a bit misunderstood.
      They'd been wrong many times before

      Some times our saints are sinners,
      They blur the lines and lead the way,
      Their Way.
      Raise hell and a glass in reverence,
      The fearless lives of our great saints - our saints.

      Never a stranger to late night snake
      bite fist fights and empty pints,
      Unrivaled heights.
      He led with songs, they sang along,
      created bonds that held so strong
      Some were right and some were wrong

      Some times our saints are sinners,
      They blur the lines and lead the way,
      Their Way.
      Raise hell and a glass in reverence,
      The fearless lives of our great saints - our saints.

      It's by the sea and at nights end that's when the sin and swill begin
      That's when he had that certain light inside his head
      For every whisper he would scream for every draught he shared a drink
      For every sorrow there is a light from our St. James

      On the sea by the cliff he watches, he waits the night to see
      The day - his way
      Last call will find us all
      But there's a light that leads the way, our way.

      Some times our saints are sinners,
      They blur the lines and lead the way,
      Their Way.
      Raise hell and a glass in reverence,
      The fearless lives of our great saints - our saints.
      When people get killed, they die!