1. BL00D 0N THE DANCE FL00R
3. There For Tomorrow
4. Escape The Fate
5. This Romantic Tragedy
7. Bullet For My Valentine
8. La Infinita Protesta [SKA]
9. Rum Boogie [SKA]
10. DOA [SKA]
12. Black Veil Brides
14. Hopes Die Last
15. Attack Attack.!
16. I Set My Friends On Fire
17. Massacre By Fall
18. Mihai Edrisch
19. Missing In Maryland
To Boddah Speaking from the tongue of an experienced simpleton who obviously would rather be an emasculated, infantile complain-ee. This note should be pretty easy to understand. All the warnings from the punk rock 101 courses over the years, since my first introduction to the, shall we say, ethics involved with independence and the embracement of your community has proven to be very true. I haven't felt the excitement of listening to as well as creating music along with reading and writing for too many years now. I feel guity beyond words about these things. For example when we're back stage...
These memories torment and haunt me;
Such pain and horror surrounding,
Lurking in every side of my heart.
I can't seem to cast aside these thoughts away
and it's ripping everything in me apart.
It hurts so fucking much!
Why can't I just break free?
It's like a poison coursing inside me,
A venom running through my veins,
Burning and wreaking havoc within
And leaving nothing but blackened pain.
Just lift these binding chains upon my hands
At night as I lay my head
In my face another tear is shed
This usually puts me to sleep
And it’s a bad habit to keep.
But crying takes some of the burden away,
It keeps me balanced for the next day.
I would often recall my memories,
It was like being in the greatest of all dreams
No! Stop I say in my mind
Please just leave it all behind.
I try and I try to
But holding on makes it harder to do
Giving up hope is the only way
I stare into space. No one notices.
I'm so alone.
No one cares. No one see's the depressed
Boy trapped in a different body.
I'm happy and cheery at school but once I
Walk through that door, I slip into a
World of grey. Its almost like I'm trapped.
And I cant get out. The only way out
Is through the little slits on my arm.
The slits that leave a dry red stream down
Screaming doesn't help. I'm still alone.
Crying makes it worse. Most people make