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12:16 

#ThisGeneration

Psychotic Good
I was born because someone found it fun
To make a little human and teach him some tricks.
I dont have the courage to borrow a gun
And money to buy things that dont mix.
Let me make myself clear
Even the people I hold dear
Have made things worse with their mistakes
And that I cant take.

After each of us dies
You just harden the rules,
You rest on your throne of lies
And rule your nation of fools.
What you have is things you dont want to give away.
What we have is strings and a wish to see the day
When youre overthrown, long overdue.
There is a reason were not acting nice
Because we dont need you
And we dont need your advice.

Were brought up by the lies in our fairy tales
And we buy our candy with credit cards,
Everything we do is a target for shame
Our first steps out are seen as farce.
Let me say it again:
You always claimed to be our friends
Yet rivalry is how moneys made
And thats how youve played.

You close the valves
So were not heard,
You can have your bible of flaws,
You can rule your empire of dirt.
What you have is things you dont want to give away.
What we have is strings and a wish to see the day
When we are in charge of the things we can use
And not being fuel for your greedy device,
Because we dont need you
And we dont need your advice.

Look what youve done in search for the things you dont need
A new generation disenchanted with your gluttony.
What you have is a garden of grapes,
What we have is bed made of stones,
We will desecrate your graves
And build a future on your bones.
We had enough of being fed with rue
And tutored for a life that doesnt suffice,
Because we dont need you
And we dont need your fucking advice.

@: Nine Inch Nails - Hyperpower!

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11:39 

ObnoXXIous

Psychotic Good
Caught up in my struggles is the change of the season,
Like air to my fire, like a ground for my reasons
To stand proud, chin up, among the citys vistas.
I think Im flushing it out of my system,
Those leftover cravings of an innocent mind
Damaged by the divide, simply left behind,
Once born from a bond that I now deplore.
Count to seven, I dont care anymore.

They think that itll make me happy again
(Their dedication knows no end),
They think I should follow a different lifes design
(I honour them but I decline).
Its the twenty first centurys fashion statement
To have a plus one, whether you love it or hate it,
But your constant pleas have gotten over the top.
Could you stop?

From my Deadly December to the Meaningful May
Ive been warming myself with my own words.
Like those newborn leaves welcoming the day
I am opening up to something much more.
A disaster magnet, a ghost of a chance,
I have finally climbed out from the divide,
But Ive caught a ray of hope with my glance
And right now nobodys going to break my stride.

I thank you for helping me see that I still feel,
I feared I had a cog installed instead of a heart.
But my justifications are still horribly real
Because there are no breaks on this carnival cart.

Im glad I still have places that I can discover,
Im putting all my pamphlets on the highest shelf,
But I dont want to search for my significant other
As long as I have my insignificant self
(While they believe in what they sell).
Im still afraid to find an another ruse
(I honour them but I refuse).
Its the twenty first centurys fashion statement
To have a plus one, even if you hate it,
But your bickering has gotten over the top.
Would you stop?
Will you stop?
Just stop.

@: Poets of the Fall - Clevermind

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12:04 

Solace

Psychotic Good
In a garden of marble and vines,
On a bed of moss and bones
I look up at the northern skies
As the constellations glow
With their power to show our minds
The roads theyve lit for us to go.
I was sad that Im still alive
But youve told me theres something more.

I found solace in your words
And feelings stronger than I had before.
To your lighthouse I will walk
For a nightly song and a friendly talk.
I can show you where it hurts
But itll hurt again once Im outside your door.

In a forest, among the trees,
I stand on my knees, I am ready to pray.
My confession that no one hears
Hides behind the stones from the light of day.
As I stare into the night
I can see the beams fractured by the wilds,
I should go where I feel right
And so far its only by your side.

I found solace in your world
And vivid dreams for a heart gone sore.
Im a mock-up made of clay,
But your fire keeps me strong for days
I can finally feel whole,
But I might break again once Im outside your door.

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12:01 

Love me

Psychotic Good
Im seeing it now we were fated to meet,
But this red string was sold with a hook;
Romance worthy of a comedy skit,
A movie version of a hideous book.
And I never tried making a closer look
Since I knew nothing better, if I ever did.

The pleasure was mine,
I could only compare
This bliss to a bird that has finally flown.
Promise me a lifetime
Of all things fair,
Love me like a queen loves her throne.

A delicate web of metrics and rules,
A pinch of magic and a slab of concrete;
I never considered myself a fool,
But I had no chance to stand on my feet -
There was a mistake for me to repeat
Because this red string came with a harpoon.

Throw me into a faultline,
Feed me despair,
I would laugh to tears before I get blown.
Scar me for a lifetime
With no chance to repair,
Love me like a queen loves a drone.

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07:14 

Fuck You

Psychotic Good
Hey, maybe it was really me,
Grasping at straws in my own insanity;
Taking from my dad a lesson in addiction,
Thinking this binge will prevent another tragedy.
Love-struck, head stuck in my self-affliction,
Running away from what I can never be.

You know what? (You know what?)

Hey, but maybe it's inherited,
Horrible examples made room in my head.
Sticking to the plan of a perfect future
Under a risk of dropping down dead,
Chained in a cell with a monster you nurture,
Stagger through the pain, just like my mother said.

You know what? (You know what?)

Hey, maybe it was also you,
Never satisfied with everything I tried to do,
Smashing my face then acting surprised,
Rather throw me out than try to get some glue;
Letting me sleep in your torture device
And making me think it's a brave thing too.

You know what? (You know what?)

Hey, maybe it was also him,
Slithering around for your every whim,
Painting himself as a perfect knight,
Pushing his image up to the brim,
Using my absence to steal the spotlight
Just so he can make my actions look dim.

You know what? (You know what?)

Hey, but maybe it is you again,
Thinking that he'll never be more than your friend,
Changing your mind as days go by,
Drawing comparisons to shame me to no end,
Could've cut this link but didn't even try
Letting out your feelings and hitting "Send".

You know what? (You know what?)

Hey, maybe it was more than that,
Actively cheating right behind my back,
Lying to my face so I never knew,
Then shaming me again so I lose track;
Thinking I'm another asset you can use
And waiting for the day I finally crack.

You know what? (You know what?)

Hey, maybe it was what's-her-face
Thinking there's no evidence she couldn't erase.
Similar methods and similar visions -
Shuffling around cold metal and lace,
Giving out endless suicide missions
And hiding your scars so no one can trace.

You know what? (You know what?)

Hey, maybe I've said too much today,
Wish I couldn't think about the role you have played.
Just when I thought I got out of this
Public lies drag me back and away.
It's a broken puzzle, it's a hateful abyss,
It's a place in my mind where I don't want to stay.

You know what?
Fuck you.

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20:03 

Starfisch

Psychotic Good
When I was born the stars themselves had promised me
Mountains of gold and silken fields of kingdom come.
While I grew up I was attacked ferociously
Until my wits grew sharp and my skin turned numb.
I felt offended by all the inequities,
I lived inspired by the heroes of the old;
When people saw what I had, they said they needed me
Only to use me as a tool in their household.

I dont need bread and wine to feed the masses,
My human decency is cooked and served as you wish.
Drink my blood, eat my flesh through your asses;
I dreamed to be a superstar but Im a starfish.

They come in droves, telling theyre searching for some guidance
That is no use to those who are too inept to learn,
They chunk the bits of me while Im still alive and
Go back to dig their holes, giving me nothing in return.
There is pain under my mask of forgiveness
Yet they act as this torture is their given right
Since Ive been blessed with a gift of regrowing my limbs
And Ill be ready again over this short night.

I dont need bread and wine to feed the masses,
My human decency is cooked and served as you wish.
Drink my blood, eat my flesh through your asses;
I dreamed to be a superstar but Im a starfish.
I never was a conduit to paradise
But my virtues and beliefs are a delicious dish;
Drink my blood, eat my flesh, you fucking parasites,
I am the cure for the worst,
Main attraction and main course,
The super-star-fish.

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02:26 

Hello Thanatos

Psychotic Good
Im a head of state of denial,
I rely on my instincts alone
They have told me to step aside,
Hard to swim when your thoughts are bloat
And the flow of life would throw me offshore,
Im just a beholder whos constantly bored
With no beauty I could see around anymore,
My hundred eyes have been searching outside
To find the push I need to move on.

Drive me closer, I wanna see the other side
Where nothing exists
And theres only calm,
Where Id try to resist
Opening that door
And hold on to myself and my shallow life in the end,
Near the endless void at the brink of time.

Looking into the scrolls of the old
I have forged my impressive will,
I can put all my life onto hold
Just to stop all the musings that kill
Since theyre likely to stab me with no remorse,
So Id like you to show me where its worse
And my fear wont make them come too close.
Im not new to walking blindfolded,
Im a pawn in the kingdom of zeal.

Drive me closer, I wanna see the other side
Where nothing exists
And theres only calm,
Where Id try to resist
Opening that door
And believe that everyone finds love in the end,
Not to make that step off the brink of time.
But dont make that face, Im sure well meet again.

@: Yasunori Mitsuda - Corridors Of Time

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23:28 

Psychotic Good
I cant forget the evening when I left
With broken thoughts and stolen breath
Through the rain
I shifted towards my lair in haste
With wannabe-panacea inside my bag space.
Not again
I thought as I clenched my hands in rage,
All I had was blot right after Ive turned the page.

Ive dug,
Dug up my sincerity
And words I wanted to tell.
Im stuck,
Ive waited for serenity
And I have believed until the moment I fell.
I broke my old bonds, thought Id win this time
Because Ive come so close, feeling you would be mine,
But run into a glass wall created by a spell.
I was shooting for cloud nine
But now Im stuck in my ironic hell.

I was uneasy since the day I came home
With broken dreams and confidence dethroned.
I forgot
How I held her in my hands and my heart,
My old photographs are falling apart.
I do not
Want to believe in other peoples words,
Where happiness is lost, jealousy stirs,
Burning hot
To the core every time I inhale,
Reminding me of the evening when Ive failed.

And Ive dug,
Dug up my sincerity
And words I wanted to tell.
But Im stuck,
Ive waited for serenity
And I have believed until the moment I fell.
I broke my old bonds, thought Id win this time
Because Ive come so close, feeling you would be mine,
But run into a glass wall created by a spell.
I was shooting for cloud nine
But now Im stuck in my ironic hell.

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06:48 

Chimera

Psychotic Good
Ive made my plan of what you are and what not,
Ive drawn my sketches, Ive finished my lists;
Im still not sure though I have gotten this far, but
The possibility exists.
My working table is littered with facts
Theyre telling me youre an elusive breed.
But I wont stop following your tracks
Cause youre all I need.

Ive gone through danger
And though Ive reached this place
I see nothing again
And it shakes my belief.
I need a savior
Not to fall from grace
Cause Im a terrible man,
I am in love with a myth.

Ive visited every corner I could,
Ive drawn my maps, Ive checked my plans.
Im wondering if my destiny could
Give me a slightest chance.
Ive grown tired from the time elapsed,
Im bitter from my excruciating wait,
So heres a question that I might want to ask
If Ill meet you, will you not be afraid,
Will you not run away?

Oh, what a failure
Is there for me to embrace,
Im wondering if I can
Regain my belief.
I need a savior
Not to fall from grace
Cause Im a terrible man,
I am in love with a myth.

And Im craving
To finally see your face,
To know its all not in vain,
To get my long lost relieve.
I need a savior
Because Ive fallen from grace,
I am a terrible man,
I am in love with a myth.

@: Kalafina - Magia

@: Stone Sour - Absolute Zero

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04:20 

Insomnia

Psychotic Good
As I walk back from the kitchen
I feel the air growing cold
With all the lines I havent written,
All the words I havent told;
I cant sleep tonight as well,
Boy, Ive got stories to tell
But I just sit, trying to catch up with my youth while my bodys getting old.

Im with my cup, sipping memories,
Eyes following the clock
Because my poetic treasury
Is sealed by writers block
And my sadistic muse
Has gone without a clue
But she left this insomnia with me; it is my chain and my lock.

It started not so long ago
With my media scope
I just found your photo
And it illumed my hope;
You looked just like Ive seen
This in my haunting dream
And this gave me confidence to get to you, walking on a tight rope.

So Ive sent you my words
Telling that I have never
Seen someone so comely,
So inspiring and clever,
But the answer was neither
Good or bad, it appeared as
A blanket of silence painted black, covering my endevour.

On this lonely august night
I feel the air growing cold;
I ask myself if this is right,
If I deserve love at all,
If Im nothing but waste
Destined to be left in place
As a light soaking monolith engraved with poetry of my fall.

But my muse has returned
With her bewitching caress
She cut my soul where it hurt
And let the words out of my chest,
And I felt so alive
Writing my newborn lines;
Then I asked her Will I ever be loved? and she said Never knows best.

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06:42 

Envy

Psychotic Good
Every day Im like a spy in a maze with lasers,
Struggling so hard not to strike a nerve,
Questioning myself whether its just a phase or
Is this loneliness what I truly deserve?
Cause other peoples happiness
Spills around as they walk in pairs
And I cant help getting caught in the flood.
Infuriated by that sweet smell of success
I hide my killer glare behind a senseless faade.

Im merely a human and I want to believe
That I can keep control, that I can possibly forgive
When the waves are rushing, coming up to my neck,
Because envy breeds envy
And nothing but envy
And I hit the deck.

Lots of people around me look so benign,
Teasing me with what they have and I do not.
I can't decide if I should have a happy denial
Or continue to suspect a vile plot.
Cause misery loves company
But it seems to have an exception for me
So Im stuck here all alone instead,
Feeling like Im hurt by everything I see,
And what I want to have, and what I want to forget.

Im merely a human and I want to believe
That I can keep control, that I can possibly forgive
When my own imagination is making me sick,
Because envy breeds envy
And nothing but envy,
Its raging inside of me
As I hit the deck.

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06:08 

The Ability

Psychotic Good
What didnt kill me back then
Had smeared my life with hate.
I may be stronger, but again
That terms a matter of debate.
Ive received a mixed blessing
Becoming good at suppressing
And hid those things untold
Under my pain threshold.

But what will I do when you gently take my hand
And tell me you think that I could be the one?
After all Ive been through, I think I can understand
But still not sure if I can ever give back enough,
Cause after all the damage done
I think Ive lost my ability to love.

Down in my jungle alone
With my cynical expressions,
With my sarcastic undertones
And my on-and-off depression,
Cherishing the mess around,
Living lost and never found
I am the critter with spikes,
I am the flower that bites.

But what will I do when you gently take my hand
And tell me you think that Im the only one?
After all Ive been through, I think I can understand
But still not sure if I can ever give back enough,
Cause after all the damage done
I think Ive lost my ability to love.

@: Lacuna Coil

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06:20 

Thought Crime

Psychotic Good
Im a freak and a half with a devious mind,
With a loaded gun inside my pants,
With a piercing look and a sinister smile,
With a misshaped body and an ugly face.
I chew my knowledge and get my grades,
I devise my failure and dont get girls.
My imagination has gone into plaid
Since its the only thing I do that actually works.

And tonight youll fall the victim of my thought crime
Cause I cant stop this twisted trend.
My fantasies are working better for me
Than my attempts with every girl so far,
So I dive into the story that makes me feel so right
We cheat on your boyfriend,
We steal all his money,
We take his car
And drive away into the endless night.

The next morning I wake up to face
My voice of conscience, stained and strained,
It traded its warm and soothing embrace
For torturer's tools and shackles of shame.
But the sun goes out, spilling its last beam
And I break free from the asylum inside
To sleep in my corner with the dream I weave
Im a freak with no leash and a devious mind.

And tonight Ill fall the victim of my thought crime
Cause I cant stop this maniacal trend.
My fantasies are working better for me
Than my attempts with you were so far,
So I dive into the story that makes me feel so right
We cheat on your boyfriend,
We steal all his money,
We take his car
And drive away on a moonlit road into the endless night.

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01:33 

Everything You're Not

Psychotic Good
Have you already seen her, have you two met?
On a lonely beach just before sunset?
Inside a mirage on a fervent day?
Up on the overlook, gazing away?
And you think it will be as it was before
Giggling behind your back,
Hes such a silly guy,
But something tells you that youre on the right track,
You should give it a try,
Brace yourself and say Hello.

Among the lines in a city crowd scene
Theres that special someone, singing as she walks,
And you run to find her, meet her in between,
Shouting her name at the heart of the world.
In the night of a thousand stars,
Looking into what the future holds,
Will she fall in love with everything you are?
Will she shy away from everything youre not?

Shes fallen from the sky like it was in your dream,
Shining with light while spreading her wings.
Gliding into the sparkling sea
Shes afraid of the weight of her memories.
And she thinks it will be as it was before
Love is destructive,
Shell always be alone.
But there is a way to a future so seductive
And to prove her wrong
Take her hand and say Hello.

Among the lines in a city crowd scene
Theres that special someone, singing as she walks,
And you run to find her, meet her in between,
Shouting her name at the heart of the world.
In the light of the brightest day,
Looking into what the future holds,
Will she shy away from everything you may?
Will she fall in love with everything youre not?

@: Utada Hikaru - Beautiful World

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05:12 

Paladin

Psychotic Good
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21:55 

Masochism

Psychotic Good
How lucky can one guy be
While the other one always picks the short straw
And gets cut off from all the beauty to see?
Tell me quick, aint that a kick in the jaw?
Ive searched for a path to become a believer,
And when Ive tried the ways of the old
Ive almost drowned inside the moon river
Since I cant get into a story long told.

I cant be blind to imperfection,
Malice doesnt bring a positive reaction,
Theres no way any good can be drawn from the things around me.
All I can think of is objection,
I cant get no satisfaction,
I feel that masochism is the only source of pleasure to be.

Into each life some rain must fall
But Ive got skies crackling with lightning,
Within a gunfight for the leading role
It doesnt really matter how positive I think.
Hope may die last but its not of any help
When its lying on a deathbed with nothing to say,
In this public and legally approved hell
I laughed like mad the night I called it a day.

On the edge of a loaded gun
My desire to torture the weak
Is ciphered hard by my moral code.
I can help myself, so to speak,
I imply that this self-harm will be fun,
But I pray that it wont be forever so.

I cant be blind to imperfection,
Malice doesnt bring a positive reaction,
Theres no way any good can be drawn from the things around me.
All I can think of is objection,
Trying to get my satisfaction
I found that masochism is the only source of pleasure to be.

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21:54 

Doom

Psychotic Good
Do you dare to flip a coin up high?
I shall grab a gun and shoot it in the air
Just to see that muddled look in your eyes.
Could you tell me that you werent prepared?
Do you dare to say everything goes out
Just as it went out for you because it should
And blame me if my case stands apart?
You lost your tongue but I think you would.

You go on and keep calling yourself strong,
With arrogant words to claim that you control your fate.
Ive armed myself to come and prove you wrong,
Welcome the chance incarnate.

You dare speak of a perfect way
To sum up the all chances to win,
Believing that you can maintain
The parts of the plan that cant be seen.
And when your stakes are going high
Are you sure that your shot doesnt miss
And you wont look inside the snakes eyes
To get destinies venomous kiss?

You go on and keep calling yourself strong,
With arrogant words to claim that you control your fate.
Ive armed myself to come and prove you wrong,
Welcome the doom incarnate.

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05:12 

Let Go

Psychotic Good
A man needs a myth and
A knight needs a windmill;
Ive given a name to my hate in your honor.
Without my relief
I have grown to believe in
Those seething thoughts you will never discover.

Why do I cling to the love Ive lost long ago
Letting its rotten remains to defile my soul?
Soothing the flames of hate will make me feel cold
But I cannot live this way, Ive got to let go.

A day needs a night
Like a bird needs to fly,
I need to take time to collect what youve scattered.
Somewhere inside
I want to deny
The memories still bright enough to matter.

Why do I cling to the love Ive lost long ago
Burying myself within things I cant throw away?
Selling my soul will never make you pay.
I cannot live this way, Ive got to let go.

No longer will I digress,
And I do hope for the best,
Evil memory, begone!
Theres no longer You, theres only Me, alone.

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05:09 

3st

Psychotic Good
Im constantly feeling disturbed,
I guess that Im still hurt
By suddenly becoming the third
After long time being the first.
Its a pain that everyones heard of,
But the one that no one deserves,
And still Ive got this maddening thirst.

Is anybody out there tonight
To come and find me screaming?
The world feels grotesque
And not worth to believe.
The dragon is raging inside
As I stand bleeding,
Without a lady to rescue
The answer is Not to be.

I wonder if youre to trust
A delicate matter of heart.
My senses are covered in rust,
My faith needs a jump start.
I am corrupted by my past
And my revenge is a must,
Help me before I do harm.

Is anybody out there tonight
To find me caught in a twist
And take the shard out of my heart
Until my pain goes burst?
Help me regain my sight,
Help me pacify the beast,
Let me find my comfort,
Let me quench my thirst.

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03:51 

Second Class Guy

Psychotic Good
I thought I couldnt be loved,
Then you came along with all that romance stuff,
And walked away like a lady when times got rough,
Leaving me feeling it was not enough.
Ive talked to myself when feeling dead and alone,
All I got was a thought, and it seemed so wrong,
Youre with this guy you've known long, now its serious,
And Im just a loser, but I was a good experience,
So will I be forever nothing but a stepping stone?

Im a second class guy!
I have nothing special, but still Im still pretty nice.
Dont be shy, come on and give me a try.
Ill be your date and your training dummy,
Mindlessly believing you care for me
Until you find someone better to join him for all your life,
And my loneliness will be killing me inside.

My hair is always a mess,
My expensive perfume is a gift from my ex,
She could say my actions sometimes dont make sense,
But Im still a good kisser and okay in sex.
I may not be tall, but my face is bright,
I know wonderful words but may lack insight,
Im always making jokes but they often dont work,
Im acting like a gentleman and dressed like a jerk,
But itll be okay, so hop in, enjoy the ride!

Im a second class guy!
I may not be cool, but I can make you feel fine.
Dont be shy, come on and give me a try.
Ill be your date and your training dummy,
Mindlessly believing you have feelings for me
Until you find someone better to join him for all your life.
And I will be waiting again for one more try,
Im a human and I want to be loved, but you will never be mine.

@: Breaking Benjamin - Here We Are

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