<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8" standalone="no"?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:blogger="http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6945922301376297840</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Fri, 11 Sep 2026 06:11:53 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>Love</category><category>Song Lyrics</category><category>The Art of Literature</category><category>Zhane Robots</category><category>Does My Appearance Disturb You? (poem)</category><category>Emo</category><category>Fallen Angel</category><category>I Am Death</category><category>I Am He Who Kills (Poem)</category><category>I Am The Devil (Poem)</category><category>I Kill The World (Poem)</category><category>Kiana</category><category>Kiana Sadros</category><category>Love Poems</category><category>Lyric Poems</category><category>Metal</category><category>Nick Whittemore</category><category>Ode Poems</category><category>Poetry</category><category>Post-Grunge</category><category>Remorse</category><category>Sadros</category><category>Songs</category><category>Songs I've Dedicated To People</category><category>Tears</category><title>The Art of Literature</title><description>The Art of LIterature includes a great many things that involve literature.</description><link>http://zhanerobots.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Nick Whittemore)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>322</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6945922301376297840.post-8291015690095416366</guid><pubDate>Sun, 06 Jan 2013 19:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-01-06T11:01:31.141-08:00</atom:updated><title>The Whispering Damned [Metal]</title><description>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
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screaming out loud but nobody hears&lt;/div&gt;
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I feel like a mime - nobody sees, nobody cares&lt;/div&gt;
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they say that I'm fine but I know that's a lie&lt;/div&gt;
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someday you will see that you were all wrong&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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slashing my arms 'till they bleed and won't stop&lt;/div&gt;
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and I'm sorry to say, heaven would seem like suicide to me&lt;/div&gt;
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you're all that I need but lately it seems&lt;/div&gt;
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I need more than pain to live in this way&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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sometimes I cry though there's no reason at heart&lt;/div&gt;
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I just feel so alone and if somebody cares, they refuse to say&lt;/div&gt;
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and it just seems to me that I need the pain&lt;/div&gt;
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you say that I'm fine and I have a future that's bright&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I just don't see where you're taking this from&lt;/div&gt;
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this future they see seems to be a lie&lt;/div&gt;
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you encourage me to stay strong in hell&lt;/div&gt;
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I'm human like you so why can't you see that this pain is too strong&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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my whispers are heard for miles around&lt;/div&gt;
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yet somehow I scream and nobody hears even a word&lt;/div&gt;
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maybe the screams are just in my head&lt;/div&gt;
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nobody hears - it's all in my head&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I live like a mime and nobody cares if I am fine&lt;/div&gt;
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somebody please, why does it seem nobody listens to me&lt;br /&gt;screaming out loud yet nobody hears&lt;/div&gt;
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somehow they all hear the whispers I scream&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I'm trapped in a box and there's no escape&lt;/div&gt;
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this box is my hell and it would seem that nobody cares&lt;/div&gt;
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if anyone sees they really don't care&lt;/div&gt;
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live life your way where everything goes right&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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you live a lie if you live life like that&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
life isn't fun - life's full of pain, misfortune, and lies&lt;br /&gt;somebody help, I'm not feeling fine&lt;/div&gt;
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I'm screaming out loud and nobody hears the things that I say&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The Art of Literature&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://zhanerobots.blogspot.com/2013/01/the-whispering-damned-metal.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nick Whittemore)</author><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6945922301376297840.post-2764979405136357613</guid><pubDate>Wed, 19 Dec 2012 02:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-12-18T18:14:15.671-08:00</atom:updated><title>My Mask Carries All The Bones [Metalcore]</title><description>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
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believe in me, I have heart and I have faith&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
believe me please, have faith, believe&lt;/div&gt;
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believe in me, trust me please, we can make it through this&lt;/div&gt;
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believe we can make it through this life in Hell&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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you can keep up the lies but I believe we're free&lt;/div&gt;
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I'm gonna take you down tonight&lt;/div&gt;
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believe in me, have some faith and see beyond the lies&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
believe for once that we can be okay&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
standing stronger, flying higher - so far above what's wrong&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
crashing low, you are below everything&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
believe in me for once - I am oh so capable&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
nobody ever said to me, "Life is just so easy, oh so easy"&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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take life by the throat - strangle, mangle&lt;/div&gt;
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bring it to the ground and bury everything&lt;/div&gt;
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believe in me, I swear to God I can&lt;/div&gt;
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fuck off, believe - make your fucking choice&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
stand strong, believe, we can make it through it all&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
believe in me sweetie, we can make it through it all&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
have faith, believe, I swear to God we can&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
stay strong baby, believe in you and me, we can make it through it all&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
so stand up, let's dance, darling, sing with me&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
stay strong, believe, we can make it through it all&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
darling, believe, I swear we'll make it through&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
believe in you and me, we can make it through everything that's in our way&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The Art of Literature&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://zhanerobots.blogspot.com/2012/12/my-mask-carries-all-bones-metalcore.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nick Whittemore)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6945922301376297840.post-8190781550687239484</guid><pubDate>Sat, 08 Dec 2012 18:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-12-08T10:52:45.357-08:00</atom:updated><title>From Dusk Until Dawn [Post-Hardcore]</title><description>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
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how do you feel when you're watching the sky&lt;/div&gt;
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from the cold depths of your blackened Hell&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
the sun will not shine for you at all&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
when it rains, it never wants to stop&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
bury me, selfish sea of broken dreams and fallen man&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
these bones won't break, but I wish they would&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
you're so damn naive, believe what you hear&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
such a beautiful face, you'll hide all of your pain&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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cover your scars with the sleeves on your shirt&lt;/div&gt;
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your thighs are exposed - thank God that they're clean&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
your arms are still scarred though your thighs are now clean&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
honey I know your smile's so fake&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
what do you see as you look to the stars&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
hide from your past and plan for the end&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
you can't decide why in the Hell there's reason to stay&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
watch as your mother is killed in front of your eyes&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
your family is dead now you're the only one left&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
paint a rose black and spread all the ashes&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
cover the scars, you never left them showing&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
a beautiful face means nothing to me&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
what are you like as a person inside&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
steadily the fog lurks in the dark and comes from the sea&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
engulfing you and hiding the tears from the world to see&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
tell me, baby, what do you see when you look up at me&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The Art of Literature&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://zhanerobots.blogspot.com/2012/12/from-dusk-until-dawn-post-hardcore.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nick Whittemore)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6945922301376297840.post-5433994704800327570</guid><pubDate>Sat, 08 Dec 2012 18:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-12-08T10:47:32.691-08:00</atom:updated><title>Russian Roulette [Post-Hardcore]</title><description>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
hello honey, how are you today&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
as you know, I just went shopping though what for&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
baby trust me, understand me please&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
a revolver is hidden behind my back&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
hold it tightly and slowly walk away from you&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
nothing's working, it's just getting worse for me&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
understand me, don't come down for me&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
baby please listen to me speak through the tears&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
go to sleep and please don't wake up&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
until the morning calls for you&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
I've only got one bullet but that's all I need&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
load the chamber, I'll spin it twice&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
oh so blindly place, the gun to my head&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
now without looking, I'll pull the trigger&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
these shaking hands no longer stand so steady&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
pull the trigger, tears fall around my body&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
no shot - spin the chamber&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
blindly shooting but that's fine&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
I feel a gun to my head and that's all that I need&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
one shot - I'm gone&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
sorry, baby - I told you, just sleep&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
so please understand me&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
one shot - my bloody fingers limply lay still&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
blood-stained walls, repainted with brains&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The Art of Literature&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://zhanerobots.blogspot.com/2012/12/russian-roulette-post-hardcore.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nick Whittemore)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6945922301376297840.post-5738270370527673748</guid><pubDate>Sat, 08 Dec 2012 18:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-12-08T10:42:19.040-08:00</atom:updated><title>Criminal [Post-Hardcore]</title><description>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
building a shell out of your lies, not from your eyes&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
a secret life of your mistakes&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
you're a criminal and wanted everywhere&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
disguise yourself and forget the lies of the past&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
build a barrier between the truth and lies&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
your blood is visibly spread as you walk away&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
how much time can you waste and live your life this way&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
portray the great image of yourself on everyone&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
nobody knows the life that you live&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
everyone expects your secrets&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
now it's wise to run away from here again&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
every time you have to leave&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
this life is rough though it's all your fault&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
hide it all and run away from the truth&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
you don't want to live like this&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
I know that you hate the man you are&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
your family doesn't even know your name&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
you hide from everyone you've ever met&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
when do you say enough is enough&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
you can't live a life like this&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The Art of Literature&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://zhanerobots.blogspot.com/2012/12/criminal-post-hardcore.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nick Whittemore)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6945922301376297840.post-4944910126063259362</guid><pubDate>Sat, 08 Dec 2012 18:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-12-08T10:39:08.434-08:00</atom:updated><title>Another Shadow [Post-Hardcore]</title><description>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
hush little darling, don't be so scared&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
don't be afraid of what you can't know&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
so hush your lips, your pretty, sweet cherry lips&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
let me kiss them and never let you go&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
war is prolonged but what is it for&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
my knife is breaking me down&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
a hundred thousand pieces and you'll never know&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
your skin is so cold, your heart no longer beats a name&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
my face is pale and maybe it's true - I am a ghost&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
nobody sees me, they all see right through me&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
hardly ever promised anything I could ever keep&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
darling please stay strong; the strongest can still break&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
drinking the water, you don't know it's poisoned&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
I take my own life but I leave you this note&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
now I know that I'm gone, a spirit in danger&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
watch over you like a &amp;nbsp;guardian angel&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
I'll keep your heart strong, make sure you're okay&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
wipe tears from your eyes every day&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
can you see through me - do I remain clear&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
you are the light that keeps me strong&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The Art of Literature&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://zhanerobots.blogspot.com/2012/12/another-shadow-post-hardcore.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nick Whittemore)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6945922301376297840.post-5435491904449374911</guid><pubDate>Sat, 08 Dec 2012 18:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-12-08T10:32:25.126-08:00</atom:updated><title>If I Die Tonight, I'm Bringing You With Me [Post-Hardcore]</title><description>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
early this morning I woke to the sound&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
of church bells singing a song for me&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
looked out my window and I saw destruction&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
bloody rivers flowing freely down the streets&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
and now that I'm all chained, I guess this is goodbye&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
I'm breaking the bonding - ain't ready to go&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
these empty streets still give me the creeps&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
I'm running fast but there's no way I can flee&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
they're out to get me and I'm staying in shadow&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
I'll walk to the gallows though I won't let you be&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
leaving a trail of poisonous gases behind in my wake of doom&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
watch out or where you tread may be the end of you&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
gasoline and fire make the perfect explosives&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
staying in shadow, I walk to the gallows&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
a path of destruction shall lie in my wake&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
armed with a cross and the Lord by my side&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
the KKK sure fucking proved the Lord backs us all&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
so what's there to stop me form burning you all&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
strike a match and inhale the poison without any clue&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
I'll take you all out if I'm going down&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
judgemental bitch taking the honors&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
take to the shadows, stick to the depths of the sea&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
lay down the trap and set you all free&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
the captain goes down and brings the ship to his grave&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The Art of Literature&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://zhanerobots.blogspot.com/2012/12/if-i-die-tonight-im-bringing-you-with.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nick Whittemore)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6945922301376297840.post-8931333781410053446</guid><pubDate>Sat, 08 Dec 2012 18:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-12-08T10:19:49.444-08:00</atom:updated><title>Infiltration [Alternative Rock]</title><description>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
every day I'm alive I'm seeing mean people&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
bullies are in control where I go to school&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
it gets in my blood, flows through my veins&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
I do what I can to stop all these jerks from hurting these kids&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
Lord knows that I've tried the best that I can&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
he's seen me cry, breakdown in miserable tears&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
because these bullies are evil indeed&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
everybody shout - sing along with me please&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
raise up your voice and let our message be heard&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
the louder we are, the stronger we stay&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
dear bullies you must know you're killing us all&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
you're like a poison that takes hours to set and days to kill&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
you little bastards think you're so cool by making us weak&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
now I understand if you're hurting inside&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
of course I don't hate you though I despise what you are&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
I"m here to help if that's what you need&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
no way in Hell will I stoop so low as to kill&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
I'll only help you make it through life&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
raise up and cheer, this is our battle cry&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
we will not die, we'll never give up, never give in&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
why should we ever let you win the war that's at hand&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
nobody's perfect, don't point out our flaws&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
we won't listen to you, you'll never win&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
this is our fight, we're staying strong&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The Art of Literature&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://zhanerobots.blogspot.com/2012/12/infiltration-alternative-rock.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nick Whittemore)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6945922301376297840.post-1948439449461585997</guid><pubDate>Sat, 08 Dec 2012 18:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-12-08T10:13:36.253-08:00</atom:updated><title>Potter's Adventures [Post-Hardcore]</title><description>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
a fight to death, our broken promises&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
walking through hell, not sure what to say&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
demented beings haunting my dreams because of you&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
walk into hell yeah the first thing that I see is the rebirth of Satan&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
a ring of fire surrounds the chamber of sacrificed blood&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
this place is sacred, our war is disturbing the unholy peace&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
step up to the throne and lay out an offer&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
the prince of darkness has standards you must meet&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
if you are holy, he'll chop off your head, you'll be His dinner&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
Satanic worship is all over Hell&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
if there is a God, He's losing the battle&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
our war of promise is causing His strength&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
fuck you I am dead but fuck if that makes you king of the world&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
unleash my weapon of mass destruction&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
nothing will be left for your filthy rule&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
you'll surely be dead, I send Satan for you&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
evil surrounds me and I'm losing my heartbeat&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
before the war I was fine and healthy&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
now I'm in Hell and the past can't be undone&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
holding you close to me, breaking the memories&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
I'll kill what's left of you inside of my head&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
I'm not about to go as low as you've gone&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
technically I've won the battle and you're ready to explode&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
everything that I see as I'm walking through Hell&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
can't be unseen and it makes me believe&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
we are endangered and we're on a food chain but not at the top&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
the reasons to end it really seem so fucking lame to me&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
I'll be what I want, that's better than you&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The Art of Literature&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://zhanerobots.blogspot.com/2012/12/potters-adventures-post-hardcore.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nick Whittemore)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6945922301376297840.post-5116224739899221690</guid><pubDate>Sat, 08 Dec 2012 18:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-12-08T10:03:48.984-08:00</atom:updated><title>Weaving A Path [Post-Hardcore]</title><description>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
hello there ya beautiful, gorgeous girl&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
I've got a present waiting here for you&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
you know that I still walk in shadows&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
all by myself, alone every night&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
study the moon and watch it revolve&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
you know every night I think you're so sexy&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
the only thing you could do to be twice as sexy&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
baby I'm yearning to see your guts spread out on the floor&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
the topping's your own blood, I'll have a glass of that&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
I've got a knife and it's covered with your blood&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
I swear I don't know how the hell it got to me&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
baby I do say you're sex when you're as dead as a ghost&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
trigger finger ready to make even more mess&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
to cut up your organs is such a beautiful thing&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
seeing your face dead and cold as the snow&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
bloody and pale - it's such a fucking sexy thing&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
I'll rape your corpse and bathe in your cold blood&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
it's soothing to me dear, you're sexy as hell&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
I like seeing your corpse sprawled out on the floor&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
I've got a boner from seeing you dead&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
survey your corpse now I am aware&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
baby I killed you, I'll kill myself too&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
you're fucking sexy with your guts all around&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
maybe I'll eat you and crown myself as king&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The Art of Literature&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://zhanerobots.blogspot.com/2012/12/weaving-path-post-hardcore.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nick Whittemore)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6945922301376297840.post-47856065834264908</guid><pubDate>Thu, 15 Nov 2012 18:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-11-15T10:57:21.496-08:00</atom:updated><title>Departure [Pop Rock]</title><description>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
every night I lay in bed away from you&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
sleepless nights alone in bed&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
I'm freezing cold and missing your face&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
I miss your touch, your warming smile&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
girl hear me out, you're beautiful&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
and my heart races when she's kissing me&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
even when she holds me close and says it's fine&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
her pure beauty is so captivating&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
her perfection's overwhelming&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
how come she can't see the things I see&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
if she could see the way I see&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
I swear to God, she'd feel invincible&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
she would see there is no match&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
no one is as good as her&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
I swear to God she is the best I'll ever have&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
she's perfection at it's best&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
and if I ever find someone else&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
I swear to God I'll see your face instead&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
I'll never find another one like her&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
our love was true and I let it go&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
I've gone so low, she's all that I want&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
she's got it all and I'm in love with her&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
you're the one that I want, the one that I love&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
she's so perfect, it's killing me&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The Art of Literature&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://zhanerobots.blogspot.com/2012/11/departure-pop-rock.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nick Whittemore)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6945922301376297840.post-6023191323048938977</guid><pubDate>Thu, 15 Nov 2012 18:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-11-15T10:52:11.715-08:00</atom:updated><title>Disco With The Devil [Pop Rock]</title><description>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
I've tried so hard through all my life&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
it's time for me to turn around&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
I'll take a stand and be myself&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
I'll live my life, I'm in control again&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
through all the years I've been around&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
I was not the one to live my life alone&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
everyone controlled my life for me&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
so cleanse it all and take control of everything&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
secret lies and happy lives&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
I was never one to live in secrecy&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
even when the better thing to do was to say a lie&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
I always told the truth instead of living lies&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
through all my life I tried so hard&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
to do things right through everything&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
and every day I'm trying much harder&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
to get away from here, get to where I need to be&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
destruction of the soul is life with no death&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
but I don't want to live that long&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
and everybody says that I should be this way&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
but I have this to say to you and all your lies&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
I won't be the way you think I should&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
I am my own man, I won't live like this&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
I'm done with your control&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
I try so hard and now I'm done&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The Art of Literature&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://zhanerobots.blogspot.com/2012/11/disco-with-devil-pop-rock.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nick Whittemore)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6945922301376297840.post-2640437160428310650</guid><pubDate>Thu, 15 Nov 2012 18:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-11-15T10:47:55.216-08:00</atom:updated><title>Funeral [Post-Hardcore]</title><description>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
lay your head down, time to rest&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
a hearse is waiting beside your door&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
take a final breath of air&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
feel the weightlessness of flight&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
resting time has come for you&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
Heaven calls for you my dear&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
your life was cut way too short&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
you're suffering so let it end&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
close your eyes and wait for death&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
the time for rest has come for you&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
at least you'll have a peaceful death&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
lay to rest, you're in your bed&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
Heaven sends an angel down to guide you home&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
listen here, so close my dear&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
I love you so much more than life&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
you know I want the best for you&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
you're my life, my only love&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
would I say for you to go if it wasn't for the best&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
my last words will give you joy&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
the last you'll ever hear in life&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
"I love you so much more than life"&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
goodbye my dear, my sweetest love&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
lay your head to rest my love&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
I'll see you in another life&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The Art of Literature&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://zhanerobots.blogspot.com/2012/11/funeral-post-hardcore.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nick Whittemore)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6945922301376297840.post-7867198284877665981</guid><pubDate>Thu, 15 Nov 2012 18:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-11-15T10:44:58.319-08:00</atom:updated><title>The Army of Fallen [Post-Hardcore]</title><description>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
white light, misguidance&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
a razor cuts deeper into your skin&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
the wounded are scarred&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
unhealed, not cared for until you're dead&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
the bullies are heartless&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
we're wounded, we're soldiers&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
won't give up 'till the light dies&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
we've been there, yeah we know&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
shine light, misguide us so blindly&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
we carry the wounded, the dying&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
fight stronger, our numbers are growing&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
we're dying with treason&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
a world in black and white unfolds in delight&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
my word has been given, you're safer forever&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
the reason's not needed when treason's misleading&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
the army of broken still will protect you&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
you've joined us now, you won't be left behind&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
our army is caring and showing of love&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
the blackness is fading&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
the light still misguides you&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
with bleeding red spines we stand up for you&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
my heart is not a lie&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
don't trust me, then watch my brain&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
my heart is guidance protecting you&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The Art of Literature&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://zhanerobots.blogspot.com/2012/11/the-army-of-fallen-post-hardcore.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nick Whittemore)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6945922301376297840.post-2262077685924962929</guid><pubDate>Thu, 15 Nov 2012 18:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-11-15T10:34:25.711-08:00</atom:updated><title>King of Earth [Metal]</title><description>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
you can run with the stars&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
travel in style everywhere you go&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
the city knows what's up when you come around&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
the world's your treasure, you are the devil&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
you can travel the world flying in style&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
the cops won't chase you 'cause they know you're trouble&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
kill everyone, nobody cares what you did&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
now when you go home, your family's in tears&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
see what you did with all of your power&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
open your eyes man, this has to stop&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
can you live with yourself knowing what you have done&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
your mind is lost from all the abuse&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
if you've got it made, you'd better protect&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
every man has a bounty for the price of your head&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
man can you stop the pain you keep causing&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
making us suffer because you got bored&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
you ain't a gangster, you're worth nothing to me&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
soon you will find out the damage you've done&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
you ruled the world and we're bringing you down now&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
you're too much trouble, it's more than it's worth&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The Art of Literature&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://zhanerobots.blogspot.com/2012/11/king-of-earth-metal.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nick Whittemore)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6945922301376297840.post-7351724762408790218</guid><pubDate>Thu, 15 Nov 2012 18:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-11-15T10:28:16.622-08:00</atom:updated><title>Years Of My Life [Rock]</title><description>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
I look back at the years of my life&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
and I wonder what happened to it&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
years of my life - they're passing me by&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
where did it go, all of those years&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
I once was a boy and now I'm a man&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
where'd my life go, how much time do I have left&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
the time I've wasted was gone from the start&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
soon enough I'll find that I'm dead&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
I keep aging and it's going too fast&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
not quite ready for my chances&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
years of my life - they keep flying away from me&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
these years of my life are going too fast&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
seems yesterday I was just ten&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
was it my sub-conscious mind or was I wide awake&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
don't remember how I spent my time alive yet dead&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
years of my life, once were so slow, missing my life&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
these years of my life are speeding right by&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
where'd my time go and how old am I&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
how much time has been wasted&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
who could I be, where can I go to slow my life down&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
recent years have gone much faster than ever before&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
these years of my life have gone to waste&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
where has it gone, what did I do&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
they say life's perfect, well not for me, I'm trapped in the past&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The Art of Literature&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://zhanerobots.blogspot.com/2012/11/years-of-my-life-rock.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nick Whittemore)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6945922301376297840.post-9187558668775019793</guid><pubDate>Sat, 20 Oct 2012 19:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-10-20T12:06:12.622-07:00</atom:updated><title>Brains For Actors [Pop Rock]</title><description>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
baby listen to me please I have something to say&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
I wasn't thinking clearly, haven't been so sure for so long&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
life keeps rushing by my face&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
flying through time and space too fast for me to stay on course&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
I'm crashing down into the land, hit a mountain, now I'm down&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
the sky is dangerous, don't stay so high for too long&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
you'll be like me and just do things&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
no thought involved, you just do it 'cause you think you can&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
that's what's been going on for me&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
wish it'd change 'cause it's killing me&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be a piece of shit but it seems I am anyway&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
I can't change the way I am, I'm too far into this trap&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
I'm not thinking all this through anymore than I should&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
maybe less than I'd like to say I'm thinking through&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
I swear it's not intentional but it happens to be this way&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
wish it'd stop and I could change&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
somehow I think there's little hope to fix it all&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
take me back to the day when you were there on your own in need of help&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
I'm sure I'd help you once again but wouldn't leave you anymore&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
take us back to the time when I said I'm leaving you&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
I'll change that day to be the way it ought to be&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
so many things that I would change if I could just go back in time&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
everyone would be happy with their lives the way that they should be&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
I wouldn't ruin another life if I could stop myself from this&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
I would stop myself from falling for this one and all the others that I've met&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
you're the one for me forever and I'll stop myself from this&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
why should I change for you if you hate the way I am&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
I hate myself, you know it's true because of you and me, it's life&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The Art of Literature&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://zhanerobots.blogspot.com/2012/10/brains-for-actors-pop-rock.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nick Whittemore)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6945922301376297840.post-1201739721937868931</guid><pubDate>Sat, 20 Oct 2012 18:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-10-20T11:54:49.839-07:00</atom:updated><title>Rain Storm [Rock]</title><description>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
try and wash away your tracks in the rain&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
guilt is closing in, you know you're so wrong&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
what's left behind, not washed away&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
you left behind enough to get caught&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
the rain won't wash away all of your tracks&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
if you want to be free, then burn all that's left&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
the rain can not take all of the pain&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
the tracks are so thin, but you're still around&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
now guilt closes in, you know you've done wrong&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
keep coming back, see if you're found&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
your tracks are so thin, hidden within&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
watching your back, you cover the end with the rain&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
tears wash away all that's behind&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
I've got you near, discovered you're here&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
burning the pain, watching the rain&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
going insane, you wait for the pain&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
are you sorry for what's done&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
you use the rain to hide what's behind&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
well the rain can't hide all of your past&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
your mistakes are undone, but the fact is still there&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
watching the rain, crying in vain&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
guilt closes in and you know you're undone&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
you're so afraid of what you can do&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
so wash away all of the pain&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The Art of Literature&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://zhanerobots.blogspot.com/2012/10/rain-storm-rock.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nick Whittemore)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6945922301376297840.post-7306700199205888747</guid><pubDate>Sat, 20 Oct 2012 18:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-10-20T11:35:46.070-07:00</atom:updated><title>The Truthful Lies [Pop Punk]</title><description>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
every day I'm asked the same things from those who know of our past&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
what went wrong when we lasted for so long&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
and I can't even say a thing 'cause I'm ashamed of who I am&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
I don't want to be this way but it's life, that's who I am&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
now I don't want to be this way, I'm ashamed of who I am&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
what's become of myself&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
and why would I lie at all, no one trusts the liar's truth&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
I'm ashamed of who I am but it's life it's who I am&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
every day they say the things I don't want to hear from them&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
I can't say a thing to them 'cause I'm ashamed of who I am&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
if I say anything, it won't help a thing at all&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
and when I tell the truth to you, you don't think it's really true&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
'cause I've lied so much before, couldn't stop it anytime&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
and no one trusts the lies I say even if the truth is heard&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
and I can't say the things I've done&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
'cause I don't want to be this way, who I am isn't right&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
I don't want to be this way, it's who I am, I want to change&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
anything I say is classified as lies and nothing else&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
someone save me and help me out 'cause I don't want to be this way&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
the way I am is killing me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tried to run and hide from it,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
that made it worse, it didn't help a bit&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
all the times they ask me what went wrong with us&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
I can't say a thing to them 'cause if I do I'll cry in shame&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
I hate the thing that I've become, so ashamed of who I am&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
all these things I've said and done are killing me inside the heart&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
I warn you now to stay away 'cause I don't want to hurt you too&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
I'm ashamed of who I am, I don't want to be this way&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The Art of Literature&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://zhanerobots.blogspot.com/2012/10/the-truthful-lies-pop-punk.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nick Whittemore)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6945922301376297840.post-2103765137308371409</guid><pubDate>Fri, 19 Oct 2012 20:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-10-19T13:23:14.605-07:00</atom:updated><title>California Lies [Metal]</title><description>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
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break down your walls of security&lt;/div&gt;
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deserve no better than a rotting hell&lt;/div&gt;
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maybe I mean it, maybe I don't&lt;/div&gt;
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holding you down now you're on the floor&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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breaking my walls down&lt;/div&gt;
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I'm on my way to a bitter place&lt;/div&gt;
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I once heard a man, well he said just one thing&lt;/div&gt;
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all I heard himn say is how he loves his life&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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my mind won't let me be&lt;/div&gt;
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content with who I am&lt;/div&gt;
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take me down to Hell&lt;/div&gt;
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you'll see that I don't care&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Hell is where I live&lt;/div&gt;
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I want to bring you down with me&lt;/div&gt;
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wish I wasn't me&lt;/div&gt;
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my life's too full of pain&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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I'm glad it may be me instead of someone else&lt;/div&gt;
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deserving of this pain&lt;/div&gt;
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I'll bring you down with me&lt;/div&gt;
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fall into my grave, stay above the sea﻿&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The Art of Literature&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://zhanerobots.blogspot.com/2012/10/california-lies-metal.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nick Whittemore)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6945922301376297840.post-4652346041585162404</guid><pubDate>Fri, 19 Oct 2012 20:17:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-10-19T13:17:46.340-07:00</atom:updated><title>The Endless Fall [Alternative Rock]</title><description>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
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close your eyes and feel the fall&lt;/div&gt;
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lean on back, you're on the edge&lt;/div&gt;
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take the fall and have the end&lt;/div&gt;
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you're at peace so now's the time&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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in the end you find it all&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;
all the things you kept inside&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;
you should have said, I could have helped&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;
could have saved you from the fall&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;
lean right back all the way&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;
falling now you wish you'd stayed&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;
could have had some help through this&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;
take the fall and save regret&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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here's your chance to save yourself&lt;/div&gt;
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talk to me in rewound time&lt;/div&gt;
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life is worth more than this&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;
don't throw away all you have&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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shed some light on the darkest sighs&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;
every breath could be your last&lt;/div&gt;
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I'm all ears so speak to me&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;
close your eyes and take the fall﻿&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The Art of Literature&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://zhanerobots.blogspot.com/2012/10/the-endless-fall-alternative-rock.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nick Whittemore)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6945922301376297840.post-5090830855998833618</guid><pubDate>Fri, 19 Oct 2012 20:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-10-19T13:14:00.357-07:00</atom:updated><title>Devil's Water [Alternative Rock]</title><description>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
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the ocean's never your friend&lt;/div&gt;
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it kills all your life&lt;/div&gt;
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everyone you know has died&lt;/div&gt;
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here comes the monsoon, run away&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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tsunami follows, can you escape&lt;/div&gt;
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the sun is fading along with your dreams&lt;/div&gt;
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somday you'll find a way to say&lt;/div&gt;
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your life's just an endless Hell&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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angels don't watch for you at all&lt;/div&gt;
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demons lead the path you're on&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;
waves crash and bring you down to Hell&lt;/div&gt;
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kill yourself, the rain will wash away your tears&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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cutting life into dead pieces&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;
bring yourself down to lower things&lt;/div&gt;
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take a breath and feel the salt inside your veins&lt;/div&gt;
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stinging pain you can't escape&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;
can you find the end or is it near your time&lt;/div&gt;
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the ocean calls for you&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;
lightning crashes down around you&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;
can you find a way to leave this all behind&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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here's the light, it's leaving far behind&lt;/div&gt;
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wait in the ocean and have the world end&lt;/div&gt;
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salty veins and deadly tears everywhere&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;
say goodbye now you're leaving me﻿&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The Art of Literature&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://zhanerobots.blogspot.com/2012/10/devils-water-alternative-rock.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nick Whittemore)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6945922301376297840.post-1751924997646975593</guid><pubDate>Fri, 19 Oct 2012 20:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-10-19T23:04:18.599-07:00</atom:updated><title>Ring of Blood [Pop Rock]</title><description>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
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your smile's heaven, blend that with Eden&lt;/div&gt;
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sorry but mankind is sacred&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;
we can't make love yet for it is sacred&lt;/div&gt;
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to make love is special, something for two&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;
you know how much I love you&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;
someday I'll lay my heart down on the line&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;
I give you my only heart, dear&lt;/div&gt;
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tell me something lovely face&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;
what do you think of mistakes&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;
do you think it's true or a myth&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;
and what's your view on true love&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;
I believe in both of those I say it proud&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;
you are my one, my only love&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;
here's a ring to show my love&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;
it's package says to handle with care&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;
is it maybe more than just a ring&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;
it's my heart inside the ring&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;
keep it real and wear it true&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;
if you ever forget our love&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;
please take my heart and tear it up﻿&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The Art of Literature&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://zhanerobots.blogspot.com/2012/10/ring-of-blood-pop-rock.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nick Whittemore)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6945922301376297840.post-9097931214519923612</guid><pubDate>Fri, 19 Oct 2012 20:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-10-19T13:02:47.904-07:00</atom:updated><title>Childhood Friendship [Post-Hardcore]</title><description>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
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we grew up together, shared so many dreams&lt;/div&gt;
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lived where there's no hope&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;
so many times we said we'd grow up great&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;
yet in the end I saw you walk away&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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spent a hundred years wasting life away&lt;/div&gt;
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the sad part is my only hope&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;
left me years ago to find somebody else&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;
I never even thought that you would leave me behind&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;
you were who I trusted when everything went wrong&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;
two thousand years went by&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;
and when I say you next you were a different man&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;
someone I can't trust the way I could before&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;
you were just a cheat, nothing but a lie&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;
when my life was fading&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;
you turned the other way, chose to walk away&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;
never said a thing or even look at me﻿&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The Art of Literature&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://zhanerobots.blogspot.com/2012/10/childhood-friendship-post-hardcore.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nick Whittemore)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6945922301376297840.post-1292976945808198930</guid><pubDate>Fri, 19 Oct 2012 19:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-10-19T23:05:23.497-07:00</atom:updated><title>Burning Car [Pop Rock / Acoustic]</title><description>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;
last night I heard the worst thing&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;
the cops had called and said what's wrong&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;
you're nearly gone and I should come&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;
in a bed, you're nearly dead&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;
in a coma, may never see&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;
the perfect face of yours again&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;
I can't bear to see your pain&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;
the doctor said that you can hear the things I say&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;
they say that you may never see&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;
the light of day again&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;
if you can hear everything&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;
let me say just one thing, "I love you dear"&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;
"you are my life, my everything"&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;
baby please don't leave me here&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;
on my own, there's nothing left for me&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;
midnight comes and you're not doing well&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;
now it's Sunday, the day of God&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;
pray to God that you're okay&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;
as time goes by, you near your death&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;
now you're gone and I'm in tears&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;
baby please come back to me&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;
they say you hear what I say&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;
baby please come back to me&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;
my world now has gone away&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;
all the things we never did&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;
you know I loved you more than anything&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;
now that's gone, there's nothing left&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;
fell in love but now you're gone&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;
﻿&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The Art of Literature&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://zhanerobots.blogspot.com/2012/10/burning-car-pop-rock-acoustic.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nick Whittemore)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item></channel></rss>