Letterbomb.

Nobody likes you...

Everyone left you...
They're all out without you...
Having fun...
Where have all the bastards gone?
The underbelly stacks up ten high
The dummy failed the crash test
Collecting unemployment checks
Like a flunkie along for the ride

Where have all the riots gone
As your city's motto is pulverized?
What's in love is now in debtOn your birth certificate
So strike the fucking match to light this fuse!

The town bishop is an extortionist
And he don't even know that you exist
Standing still when it's do or die
You better run for your fucking life

It's not over 'till you're underground
It's not over before it's too late
This city's burning
It's not my burden
It's not over before it's too late

There's nothing left to analyze

Where will all the martyrs go when the virus cures itself?
And where will we all go when it's too late?

And don't look back

You're not the Jesus of Suburbia
The St. Jimmy is a figment of
Your father's rage and your mother's love
Made me the Idiot America

It's not over 'till you're underground
It's not over before it's too late
This city's burning
It's not my burden
It's not over before it's too late

She said I can't take this place
I'm leaving it behind

Well she said I can't take this town
I'm leaving you tonight

AND THE DOCTORS WON'T BE ABLE TO RECOGNIZE YOUR FUCKING FACE.

"Me concentré en sus labios ahora. Enseguida me di cuenta de que esos labios habían tocado los de otra persona y había sido decepcionante. No había amor en su rostro. No había ningún rastro de quien le había besado los ojos, la boca o el alma. Él había escondido el recuerdo de ellos dentro de sí y eso particularmente me molestó. Si las personas esconden cosas, entonces tienen que buscar y mirar con atención para encontrarlas. Está bien si las pierdes o las pones en otro lugar, de todas formas puedes toparte con ellas. Al igual que tu primer beso. Si se trata de un buen recuerdo, entonces no intentes ocultarlo en alguna parte - sólo ponlo en alguna parte - Si lo escondes nunca sabrás cuando te vas a tropezar con él otra vez. Pero si lo olvidas o lo reemplazas, nunca sabrás cuándo volverá a aparecer. No sabrás cuándo aparecerá en tu subconsciente para darte una agradable sorpresa."

Alien Days.

Wrong.

I was born with the wrong sign
In the wrong house
With the wrong ascendancy
I took the wrong road
That led to the wrong tendencies
I was in the wrong place at the wrong time
For the wrong reason and the wrong rhyme
On the wrong day of the wrong week
I used the wrong method with the wrong technique
Wrong
Wrong

There’s something wrong with me
Cannot be something wrong with me
Inherently
The wrong mix in the wrong genes
I reached the wrong ends by the wrong means
It was the wrong plan
In the wrong hands
With the wrong theory for the wrong man
The wrong lies, on the wrong vibes
The wrong questions with the wrong replies
Wrong
Wrong

I was marching to the wrong drum
With the wrong scum
Pissing out the wrong energy
Using all the wrong lines
And the wrong signs
With the wrong intensity
I was on the wrong page of the wrong book
With the wrong rendition of the wrong hook
Made the wrong move, every wrong night
With the wrong tune played till it sounded right yah
Wrong
Wrong

Too long
Wrong

                                               -Depeche Mode.

WRONG

Can we create something beautiful and destroy it?
Nobody knows I dream about it, this is my imagination.

Hey moon, please forget to fall down.
Hey moon, don't you go d 
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The Phoenix.

Put on your war paint

You are a brick tied to me that’s dragging me down
Strike a match and I’ll burn you to the ground
We are the jack-o-lanterns in July
Setting fire to the sky
Here comes this rising tide

Put on your war paint
Cross walks and crossed hearts and hope-to-dies
Silver clouds with grey linings

So we can take the world back from the heart-attacked
One maniac at a time we will take it back
Time crawls on when you’re waiting for the song to start
So dance alone to the beat of your heart

Hey young blood
Doesn’t it feel
Like our time is running out
I’m gonna change you like a remix
Then I’ll raise you like a phoenix
You’re wearing our vintage misery
No; I think it looked a little better on me
I’m gonna change you like a remix
Then I’ll raise you like a phoenix

Bring home the boys and scrap metal the tanks
Get hitched and make a career out of robbing banks
Because the world is just a teller and
We are wearing black masks
“You broke our spirit,” says the note we pass

The war is won
Before it’s begun
Release the doves
Surrender love
Wave the white flag

Caraphernelia.

Sunshine, there ain't a thing that you can do that's gonna ruin my night.
(But, there's just something about)
This dizzy dreamer and her bleeding little blue boy.
Licking your fingers like you're done and,
You've decided there is so much more than me.
And baby, honestly it's harder breathing next to you, I shake.
I brought a gun and as the preacher tried to stop me.
Hold my heart it's beating for you anyway.

What if I can't forget you?
I'll burn your name into my throat.
I'll be the fire that'll catch you.
What's so good about picking up the pieces?
None of the colors ever light up anymore in this hole.

Nobody prays for the heartless.
Nobody gives another penny for the selfish.
You're learning how to taste what you kill now.
Don't mind me, I'm just reaching for your necklace.
Talking to my mom about this little girl from Texas.

What if I can't forget you?
I'll burn your name into my throat.
I'll be the fire that'll catch you.
What's so good about picking up the pieces?
None of the colors ever light up anymore in this hole.

Just give her back to me.
You know I can't afford the medicine that feeds what I need.

So, baby, what if I can't forget you?
(What if I can't forget you?)
Collide invisible lips like a shadow on the wall,
And just throw, oh no.
You can't just throw me away.

So, what if I can't forget you?
I'll burn your name into my throat.
I'll be the fire that'll catch you.
What's so good about picking up the pieces?
What if I don't even want to?

Oh, oh. Oh, oh. Oh. Oh, oh. Oh, oh, oh. Oh, oh. Oh, oh. Oh.

What if I can't forget you?
I'll burn your name into my throat.
I'll be the fire that'll catch you.
What's so good about picking up the pieces?
None of the colors ever light up anymore in this hole.

Just give her back to me.
You know I can't afford the medicine that feeds what I need.
So, baby, what if I can't forget you?
(What if I can't forget you?)
I'd better learn to live a l o n e.

What's so good about picking up the pieces?
What's so good about? What's so good about?
What's so good about picking up the pieces?
Oh.