.​.​.​And We Spoke of Disorder

by The Most Sad

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released 30 July 2012

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Track Name: Until You Remember
Just give it a rest.
We know what you're going through
And we don't need to hear about it.
Trying too hard not to laugh
But every time you come crawling back.
It's always quicker the third time.
We're already dead.
Appearances denied us our last chance.
This stories ended once before,
The line is blurred, changing sides, value's left behind.
Waiting for unrest in a moment.
A soliloquy of forgotten words.

Now where do you get off?
I think this is your very last chance to breathe.
To buckle down, and learn to live
Without dependency and compromise
Just tell me why, just tell me why.
Another sudden tale of broken hearts and satin sheets
I'd give her a week.

I'm growing bored of faking smiles
When all I wish is that you were dead and out of sight.

Another sudden tale of broken hearts and satin sheets
I'd give her a week.
Same time next week

You toss and turn 'cause you can't sleep.
Track Name: Memo.
I'm sick of trying, sick of waiting,
Sitting around, and being blamed for things I've never done
Why can't I learn to recognize?
I'm losing sight and wondering
"Why am I here?"
She asked herself
I've watched my things fall, hit the pavement and break apart like all the rest.

My better half loves to watch you weep.
I'll coyly smirk, take everything little thing you own.
Smash every little thing you own.
I'm not asleep, I'm drowning.
I couldn't find a good excuse.
I'm not asleep, I'm drowning.
Shallow sea, encompass me.

Of burning buildings and endless lies.
Apologies written across the moon, declined.
Destined to reflect our love, and hate.

Can I bring myself to do it?
There's so many things I hate about you that I can't even begin to list them all.
I don't even fucking like you.
I'll just wait for you to shut me out.
I can't even stand it, you waste all your money
You're friends are worthless, and you always complain about your weight.
When will you have the courage to tell me there's someone else?

The road lies ahead paved with all of your lies and my shame.
The road lies ahead paved with all of my regrets.
The road lies ahead paved with all of your lies and my shame.
And now I believe there is nothing else after this.

Well who's to say you're right?
To belittle and betray?
Track Name: Sorry, Not Sorry
Do you remember the night that you never came home?
Because I do, because I do.
Accompanied by waning moons, found face to face with ghosts
With no reflections in the mirror.
Do you remember the night that you never came home?
Because I do, because I do.
Befriending shadows.
Oh, stillness come.
Find me, surprise me.

Do you remember the night that you never came home?
Because I do, because I do.
I was in my room with a bottle of wine,
Having conversations with the devil.

Do you remember the night that you never came home?
Because I do, because I do.
I'm just a boy at a loss for words.
Trying to stop the memories of holding you back.
Track Name: Disorder
Intervention failure.
This is wrong, you are wrong.
We are falling out of touch.
And likewise, am I losing my mind?
Is this wrong? You are wrong.
Losing sight of all you worked for.
Does it seem painless?
No empathy.
Does it bury your woes?
Selfishness, selfishness.
Intervention failure.
A runaway, no hope.
Fortunes turning here no more.

So stick your fingers down your throat.
Are you pretty yet?
Track Name: Pointing Fingers
Should I lie of love or confess this hate?
And on the surface, there's a bloated body, pale and ignominious.
It comes to life,
And so I learn the corpse is me.
My doppelgänger.

But the proud will shrink down to size.
Can you tell me a four letter word for shame?
I'd spell it L-O-V-E.
Learned to live without once before.
I can do it again.
So fuck your lovers, and fuck your friends.
'Cause they all hate you in the end.

We're the forgotten sons of kings and whores.
So fuck your lovers, and fuck your friends
Because they all hate you in the end.