We’re figures in a forest full of haunting trees,
brushing shoulders with death to make sure we’re alive.
With the whole world ahead, and our hearts left behind.
Every word burns, branding broken souls.
Pushing to move on. Soon we will be home.
And if you see me losing ground
Don’t be afraid to lie
I know the pain inside my heart can’t break the fear inside of yours
And if you see me losing faith
In what it means to die
Don’t let me leave before I know what lies behind the stained glass doors
Save sorrow for the souls in doubt
Bleed every care out
Will you carry me down the aisle that final day
With your tears and cold hands shaking from the weight
When you lower me down beneath that sky of gray
Let the rain fall down and wash away your pain
For every word we never spoke
We have a tear to cry
For every silence like a wall between a better you and I
So if you see me losing sight
Of all the death in life
You’ll find the peace in every time I failed to see the death in mine
Let all the fear inside you drown
Tear out the blade and lay it down
Save sorrow for the souls in doubt
Bleed every care out
Will you carry me down the aisle that final day
With your tears and cold hands shaking from the weight
When you lower me down beneath that sky of gray
Let the rain fall down and wash away your pain
Oh, the blood is rushing out
Oh, I’m better off without
Oh, the walls are closing in
Oh, sing for me again
Will you carry me down the aisle that final day
With your tears and cold hands shaking from the weight
When you lower me down beneath that sky of gray
Let the rain fall down and wash away your pain
(Rain down, oh rain down, no care for the flood)
Demon Hunter — Carry Me Down
This song, although seemingly very sad and depressing, is in actuality a love letter to my friends and family. It is essentially something that I would want them all to know if I were to die. I ask my true friends to carry my casket down the aisle, and as they lay me into the ground, not to mourn for my soul, but rather rejoice for my salvation.
Death can be viewed as a very negative thing, but for Christians, it is where we find our true hope. Death is never something I would take lightly or toy with, but to address it I think can be very revealing. If you never spoke of the reality of death, you would be ignoring such an important part of life. This song asks my friends and family to “save sorrow for the souls in doubt,” for they know that my soul is safe.
Those who walk uprightly enter into peace; they find rest as they lie in death.
-Isaiah 57:2
Hey taxi, send me straight to the heart of it
The nucleus of politics where somebody
Somebody started it
Cause they taxed me with a scalpel piece by piece
they cut me deep and bled me dry until there was nothing left to bleed
And this is how I choose to live
As if I’m jumping off a cliff
knowing that you’ll save me
knowing that you’ll save me
and after all the stupid things I did
there’s nothing left that you’d forgive
because you already forgave me
yeah you already forgave me
Keep driving
leave this deceit miles behind me
so far back I’d have to wrap my mind in
just remind me
I keep trying to pick myself up
and then move on
think about the life I’ll have
when this fragile one is gone.
And this is how I choose to live
As if I’m jumping off a cliff
knowing that you’ll save me
knowing that you’ll save me
and after all the stupid things I did
there’s nothing left that you’d forgive
because you already forgave me
yeah you already forgave me
Never forget
there’s life after death and taxes
Forgiveness come
and all of the rest
is what passes away
Death and decay can’t touch us now
Every breath that I inhale is followed by exhaling traps the one who never fails
I know you’ll never fail me
Never forget
there’s life after death and taxes
Forgiveness come (forgiveness come)
and all of the rest
it just passes away
Never forget
there’s life after death and taxes
Forgiveness come
and all of the rest
it just passes away
Death and decay can’t touch us now.
Relient K — Life After Death & Taxes
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My favorite Relient K song
Guess what…..
So what????
Yes he died…
Guess what, about a thousand other people or more died today too. Why aren’t they getting spammed on tumblr and facebook?
OHHHH I DON’T KNOW…. maybe because PEOPLE ARE STUPID?????
I hate Apple anyway :P
Go Microsoft :D
lol
but honestly that has nothing to do with him dying…
Like he died…. okay yes… sad…. horrible…
But guess what, he wasn’t even running the company anymore. He was a figuredhead. Do you realize how many people DON’T realize that? Same with Bill Gates… Are you kidding me those guys are/were just sucking up their money now…
Not like he’s the mastermind who brought you the Iphone 4G or the Ipad…
nope nope nope… that was some underpaid nerd in accounting for all we know…
He’s just a man. We all are. (well some of us are women… but same deal :P) We sit here in shock when one person dies who we DON’T EVEN KNOW! Have a single one of you 197 followers EVER… I MEAN EVER MET Steve Jobs???
NO?!!!! ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!??!? I THOUGHT EVERYONE HAD!!!??! I mean come on, we’re all sitting here with half a second sad faces like IDIOTS!!!! That must mean we know him right?
Nope… it just means we’re stupid Americans who have nothing better to do than keep tabs on people who have more money than we do….
good job guys… real smart
He died. yes it sad. yes I sympathize.
But guess what… if I died tomorrow… none of you would know. I wouldn’t be on the news, and I wouldn’t be broadcasted on tumblr and facebook.
Same story same story same dance same song same shenanigans….
The guy died. Don’t act like the sky is going to fall….
You’re living for today, but your future is looking bleak. One day it’ll all come crashing down.
Nothing lasts forever. You’ve only planned for the here and now.
I said: Nothing lasts forever. Live fast, die young.
Live fast and die young. It’s what’s ahead, but just remember:
slow and steady wins the race, so pick your head up and keep your mouth shut.
You are the captor of originality. You are the thief of authenticity.
Respect is something that you’ll never see. Everything you write all sounds the same.
You’re forsaken. Forsaken on this mountain. The bridges have turned to ash.
This is your final hour. This is your great fall.
You won’t make it out alive, so say your dearest goodbyes.
You are Goliath standing firm in your light. We are David and you’re in our sights.
You are Goliath standing firm in your light. We are David and you’re in our sights.
Your dreams have come true. Have you forgotten the reason why?
Life, death, dreams, wealth - nothing lasts forever.
Greed, envy, gluttony will amount to nothing. Nothing lasts forever.
The earth is about to quake. The earth is about to quake. The earth is about to quake.
Brace for impact. Run for the hills. Brace for impact. It’s a long way home.
Brace for impact. Run for the hills. You’ll surely end here.
Goliath, we’re screaming your name. Goliath, we’re coming for you.
August Burns Red — 40 Nights
And if you see me losing ground
Don’t be afraid to lie
I know the pain inside my heart can’t break the fear inside of yours
And if you see me losing faith
In what it means to die
Don’t let me leave before I know what lies behind the stained glass doors
Save sorrow for the souls in doubt
Bleed every care out
Will you carry me down the aisle that final day
With your tears and cold hands shaking from the weight
When you lower me down beneath that sky of gray
Let the rain fall down and wash away your pain
For every word we never spoke
We have a tear to cry
For every silence like a wall between a better you and I
So if you see me losing sight
Of all the death in life
You’ll find the peace in every time I failed to see the death in mine
Let all the fear inside you drown
Tear out the blade and lay it down
Save sorrow for the souls in doubt
Bleed every care out
Will you carry me down the aisle that final day
With your tears and cold hands shaking from the weight
When you lower me down beneath that sky of gray
Let the rain fall down and wash away your pain
Oh, the blood is rushing out
Oh, I’m better off without
Oh, the walls are closing in
Oh, sing for me again
Will you carry me down the aisle that final day
With your tears and cold hands shaking from the weight
When you lower me down beneath that sky of gray
Let the rain fall down and wash away your pain
Will you carry me down the aisle that final day
With your tears and cold hands shaking from the weight
When you lower me down beneath that sky of gray
Let the rain fall down and wash away your pain
(Rain down, oh rain down, no care for the flood)
——Description of Song——
[This song, although seemingly very sad and depressing, is in actuality a love letter to my friends and family. It is essentially something that I would want them all to know if I were to die. I ask my true friends to carry my casket down the aisle, and as they lay me into the ground, not to mourn for my soul, but rather rejoice for my salvation.
Death can be viewed as a very negative thing, but for Christians, it is where we find our true hope. Death is never something I would take lightly or toy with, but to address it I think can be very revealing. If you never spoke of the reality of death, you would be ignoring such an important part of life. This song asks my friends and family to “save sorrow for the souls in doubt,” for they know that my soul is safe.
Those who walk uprightly enter into peace; they find rest as they lie in death.
-Isaiah 57:2]
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Demon Hunter — Carry Me Down
Look at you standing there so selfishly
Dressed to the nines
You look divine
You plead with people through their television screens
And laugh as bankrupt tears fall from their eyes
How do you sleep at night, how do you sleep at night
You filthy dogs
You sons of men
You will not stand there in the end
And rape the word of God
To feed your selfish sins
But you can change
There is still time
God help the scales fall from their eyes
And haste the day when we see burning satellites
Your words are death inside a darken box
But we’re poking holes one at a time
And though you try to fight soon everyone will see
When all your wicked games are brought to light
And all those tears they cry
Will then fall from your eyes
You filthy dogs
You sons of men
You will not stand there in the end
And rape the word of God
To feed your selfish sins
But you can change
There is still time
God help the scales fall from their eyes
And haste the day when we see burning satellites
You filthy dogs
You sons of men
You will not stand there in the end
And rape the word of God
To feed your selfish sins
But you can change
There is still time
God help the scales fall from their eyes
And haste the day when we see burning satellites
I can see them falling,
Falling down
I can see them falling
Falling down
I can see them falling
They’re falling down
I can see them falling
Burning
We As Human — Burning Satellites
Just keep driving
leave this deceit miles behind me
so far back I’d have to wrap my mind in
just remind me
I keep trying to pick myself back up
and then move on
and think about the life I’ll have
when this fragile one is gone.
Relient K — Life After Death (and Taxes)
this song overcame my mind this morning… idk why XP
So… Imma post a story… completely original… directly here… just for you people… because… well hell… I have absolutely nothing better to do besides dwell on regrets and read teen driver manuals.
Shadows and darkness. Guilt and confusion. He lay there, curled up like a child, under the dark ocean that consumed him. He stared at nothing, the blackness of the ocean around him. His mind raced, overwhelmed with the thoughts of what he’d done. Everything he didn’t do. His gut wrenched out of him. He felt sick.
“Not again!” he pleaded in a scream, piercing the perpetual silence of the ocean. He tore himself from his bed, tossing the ravaged ocean of covers off the bed. He bolted for the bathroom door, losing his footing on an empty pill bottle, and falling forward. He landed halfway through his bathroom door, hard on his stomach, his head smashing sideways onto the bathroom floor.
“Fuck!” he moaned. He felt the first warm trickles of blood snake down his left ear. He didn’t care. He crawled by his hands in a desperate move for the toilet. He dragged himself from the floor by the rim of a toilet, and released all tension in his body as he hung his head over the rim.
There he remained for fifteen minutes, releasing everything and nothing. He felt so sick. The regret he was burdened with, was too much for his physical being, and was slowly tearing at his mental being. He hadn’t eaten in days… nothing came from his mad run for the bathroom. He only gagged, choking more on tears than his own throat.
He eventually found the strength to stand. He stood over his sink, staring dreadfully at the sink. The stains of blood were still there. He cringed. His mind went black, preparing to rape his world with dark memories. He shook himself, screaming, and slammed his head into the door behind him. “NO!” he cried in his mind. Fear piercing his backbone, he tore his eyes from the blood stained sink and looked into the mirror before him.
He suddenly wished he had kept staring at his sink. The face he saw in the mirror defied everything that was “human.” This was not the face his friends knew. It was not the smiling face of the family pictures, laying in shattered glass throughout his kitchen. It was not the face of the man who stood smiling on his senior prom year, next to the most beautiful girl. “That girl… that…”
He broke down. His knees buckled under the weight of guilt, the weight of grief. He fell to the bathroom floor on his knees, and stared at the bathroom floor behind the veil of tears. His sobs pierced the dead silence of the tiny apartment.
How he wished this pain would leave. He begged for peace, begged for comfort. But nobody could comfort him. Not his friends, not his family, no smoke, no drink. Not even pain, could relieve his darkest of wounds. If only she could be there. She always had comforted him. She had always…
WHAT WAS HE THINKING? She would never come back. She was gone… gone forever…
and it was all his fault… HIS FAULT.
Why… WHY DIDN’T HE SEE IT!?!
The thoughts marauded his mind. He could not silence them. He screamed. Pain coursed through his body. His breathing stopped, his chest tightened. His heart raced and his head throbbed. Every limb numbed with shock. He looked up, and saw a face. He saw a beautiful face, smiling. His screaming became louder, overwhelmed with his demons. The face twisted before him, clenched teeth, scowling eyes… everything changed until the face was a mirror of his own, screaming at everything before it. He screamed until his voice could not shed any more sound, until his throat went dry, and nothing but the silent exhalation of air poured from his silently screaming face. He dropped his head, tears streaming down his face, down his neck, mixing into the sea of sweat that coursed along his chest. His breathing became heavy.
He was so hot. Sweat was everywhere. He hurt so much, he could feel nothing. His mind was overwhelmed, he thought nothing.
He slowly rose, dragging himself up by the frame of the door. He stumbled across his room, to the lone table at the foot of his bed. He picked up a picture, and stared at it, long and hard. He read the letters and numbers scribbled in the bottom corner.
Overcoming the image of the beautiful girl of the picture, stood the words “R.I.P. Whitney, 01/17/10.”
He stared at it for a few minutes, before the phrase “I’m sorry,” was silently mouthed across his lips. He layed a kiss gently on the photo, and set it down on the table.
He slowly turned, and began stepping towards the sliding glass door at the other end of the room. He pulled aside the curtains and opened the door, stepping out onto a tiny outcropping that had barely enough room for him. He moved forward to the tiny fenced edge, which barely came up to his waist. He inhaled deeply, sucking in the fresh silence of the night. He looked out in front of him. In the distance, he saw the skyscrapers of the city, the lights of cars and houses. From his fifth story apartment position, he could hear the sounds of cars silently moving through the empty suburban cascades of the night. He saw the few poor stragglers who walked among the sidewalks at this time of the night. He saw no beauty in this view. He took no enjoyment in this air of night. All he could see was her, and all he could hear was his own screaming. He looked down at the gutter trench, far beneath his balcony, dipping just below street level. He closed his eyes.
A peaceful regret overcame him. “If I could not save her, than I cannot save myself.” He thought, with an overwhelming finality. He pushed against the balcony fence, and opened his eyes. Staring again, at the deep black trench below.
It was the last thing he ever saw.
It was 3:27 a.m. on a cold Monday morning, on the suburban outskirts of Chicago.
The date was 4/13/10.
Michael Thomas was reported dead later that morning by the apartment manager at around 8:17a.m., his body found lying in the gutter trench below his apartment balcony.
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This story is entirely fictional. No characters or references are intended to have any direct relevance or connection to real world people or events. It was merely a story I decided to write. Reblog or share if you want. I honestly don’t care. Call it your own and turn it in for an English project if you want. It’s just something I wrote, and something I will gratefully forget.
