Aqui va mi aporte Metalcore
Grupo: Atreyu
The Crimson
I feel it welling up inside
And Robert Smith lied,
Boys do cry and with
Blood tears in my eyes I’m an Anne Rice novel come to life.
I can’t hide the monster… anymore.
One can, only feel desolate for so long until
One starts to change into
Something the mirror doesn't recognize.
Metamorphosize.
The darkness has been biding its time
To claim its latest victim,
Fresh meat for carnal desires,
To become, what I became.
I viewed the sun for the last time.
(CHORUS)
Will you still hold me when you see what I have done?
Will you still kiss me the same,
When you taste my victim’s blood?
So crimson and red,
I feel it flowing from your lips. (Crimson and red)
My heart is dead and so are you.
And it pulses through,
The desire to change, to deconstruct
All of my,
All of my, past failings.
But where to begin, because when you live in sin
It’s hard to look at saints,
Without them reflecting your jet black aura back on you.
And all I have is hope
My inner burn’s not fading,
I’ll wipe the blood from my cheek and get on with my day.
(CHORUS)
And all I have is hope
And all I need is time
To bury in pine under six feet of time
The lies I told me about myself.
Claw my way out,
Pick the splinters from under my fingernails.
I won’t lose hope,
I won’t give in.
Just live and breathe, try not to die again.
Just live and breathe, try not to die again.
Just live and breathe, try not to die again.
I try not to die again.
(CHORUS X 2)
Demonology And Heartache
So unaffectionate
So insecure
You claim to know, a thing or two about heartache
And what it’s like, to have your insides pulled out
And I believe you!
I see it every time, your pallbearer’s pallor is
Obscured by the darkness (The darkness)
Dancing across your face (Across your face)
And when the blackness veils, your eyes, in pain.
I know what it’s like when memories make you wince
And love letter read like obituaries
And photo albums, are the books of the dead
I need no reminders (No more reminders)
I’ll forget the past and lay it to rest!
(CHORUS)
If I had my way I’d cut
The calluses off your
off your breaking heart
If I could get past the sternum
Cauterize those wounds with every kiss I could give to you
I’m holding your heart in my hands
The reason it still beats!
Am I being too cryptic?
Am I being too obscure?
Am I being too cryptic?
Am I being too obscure?
Love kills! Romance is dead!
And I don’t even trust myself, but I love you!
And you can pull my wings apart
And pin me down under glass until the end of days!
If it can help you discover that we share the same pain!
I just hope you write your thesis before
Your subject is dead
No life after death!
(CHORUS X 2)
Bleeding Mascara
Goooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!
Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!
A wraith with an angel’s body.
A demon with a smile of gold.
You soul-sucker.
I won’t become like you.
A killer with the perfect weapons,
crystal eyes and a heart of coal.
You soul-sucker.
I won’t lose myself in you.
Look how pretty she is, when she falls down.
now there’s no beauty in bleeding mascara. Lips are quivering
Like a withering rose, she’s back again.
What the fuck do you think love means?
It’s more than words and more then feelings
sucking me dry. Is my marrow that sweet?
Your dead lovers left a trail of broken hearts and misspent hopes.
Sucking them dry. Does their marrow taste of
Sweetness, Sweetness? I hope you choke.
Look how pretty she is, when she falls down.
now there’s no beauty in bleeding mascara. Lips are quivering
like a withering rose, she’s back again, she's back a-, shes back again.. shes back