One of two hidden tracks from AFI's "...But Home Is Nowhere," along with "The Spoken Word," which is a poem. Lyrics:
I cannot leave here, I cannot stay.
Forever haunted more than afraid.
Asphyxiate on words I would say.
I'm drawn to a blackened sky as I turn blue.
There are no flowers, no, not this time,
There'll be no angels gracing the lines,
Just these stark words I find.
I'd show a smile, but I'm too weak,
I'd share with you could I only speak,
Just how much this hurts me.
I cannot stay here, I cannot leave.
Just like all I loved, I'm make believe.
Imagined heart, I disappear, seems
No-one will appear here and make me real.
There are no flowers, no, not this time,
There'll be no angels gracing the lines,
Just these stark words I find.
I'd show a smile, but I'm too weak,
I'd share with you could I only speak,
Just how much this hurts me.
I'd tell you how it haunts me,
I'd tell you how it haunts me,
(Cuts through my day, and sinks into my dreams)
I'd tell you how it haunts me,
(Cuts through my day, and sinks into my dreams)
You don't care that it haunts me.
Oh,
There are no flowers, no, not this time,
There'll be no angels gracing the lines,
Just these stark words I find.
I'd show a smile, but I'm too weak,
I'd share with you could I only speak,
Just how much this hurts me,
Just how much this hurts me,
Just how much you...
AFI truly created a masterpiece in This Time Imperfect, as well as ...But Home is Nowhere and The Spoken Word.
Forever haunted more than afraid.
Asphyxiate on words I would say.
I'm drawn to a blackened sky as I turn blue.
There are no flowers, no, not this time,
There'll be no angels gracing the lines,
Just these stark words I find.
I'd show a smile, but I'm too weak,
I'd share with you could I only speak,
Just how much this hurts me.
I cannot stay here, I cannot leave.
Just like all I loved, I'm make believe.
Imagined heart, I disappear, seems
No-one will appear here and make me real.
There are no flowers, no, not this time,
There'll be no angels gracing the lines,
Just these stark words I find.
I'd show a smile, but I'm too weak,
I'd share with you could I only speak,
Just how much this hurts me.
I'd tell you how it haunts me,
I'd tell you how it haunts me,
(Cuts through my day, and sinks into my dreams)
I'd tell you how it haunts me,
(Cuts through my day, and sinks into my dreams)
You don't care that it haunts me.
Oh,
There are no flowers, no, not this time,
There'll be no angels gracing the lines,
Just these stark words I find.
I'd show a smile, but I'm too weak,
I'd share with you could I only speak,
Just how much this hurts me,
Just how much this hurts me,
Just how much you...
AFI truly created a masterpiece in This Time Imperfect, as well as ...But Home is Nowhere and The Spoken Word.
by Lucio Soph July 15, 2010

Good songs from Rise Against:
Swing Life Away
Prayer of the Refugee
Savior
Hairline Fracture
Injection
Audience of One
Under the Knife
The Dirt Whispered
From Heads Unworthy
Survive
Ready to Fall
Re-Education (Through Labor)
Collapse (Post-Amerika)
Kotov Syndrome
Whereabouts Unknown
Blood to Bleed
Entertainment
Drones
Swing Life Away
Prayer of the Refugee
Savior
Hairline Fracture
Injection
Audience of One
Under the Knife
The Dirt Whispered
From Heads Unworthy
Survive
Ready to Fall
Re-Education (Through Labor)
Collapse (Post-Amerika)
Kotov Syndrome
Whereabouts Unknown
Blood to Bleed
Entertainment
Drones
by Lucio Soph August 06, 2010

What I do when you're in the shower.
I Pikachu when you're in the shower.
by Lucio Soph October 24, 2010

Going in-
Sound's fucked up, but how hard can two years be?
First week-
WHAT DID I DO WITH THE PAPER WITH MY LOCKER COMBO ON IT!? WHERE'S THE NEXT CLASS!? WHY DO I KEEP GETTING DETENTIONS!?!?
Next few months-
Yeah, yeah, I get it. I don't like Ke$ha. Who the fuck cares?
At the end of the first school year-
FINALLY!
Going in again-
Last year was bad, but I can survive another year.
First week of 8th-
WHAT THE FUCK, MAN!? YOU LEAVE ME CUZ I DON'T LISTEN TO ENOUGH HIP HOP!? AND NOW YOU WANNA FIGHT!?!?!?
Next few months-
Get me the Hell out of here.
Going out-
I'M FREE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I CAN FLY! I CAN JUMP ONTO A SKYSCRAPER! I CAN- oh, fuck, High School.
Sound's fucked up, but how hard can two years be?
First week-
WHAT DID I DO WITH THE PAPER WITH MY LOCKER COMBO ON IT!? WHERE'S THE NEXT CLASS!? WHY DO I KEEP GETTING DETENTIONS!?!?
Next few months-
Yeah, yeah, I get it. I don't like Ke$ha. Who the fuck cares?
At the end of the first school year-
FINALLY!
Going in again-
Last year was bad, but I can survive another year.
First week of 8th-
WHAT THE FUCK, MAN!? YOU LEAVE ME CUZ I DON'T LISTEN TO ENOUGH HIP HOP!? AND NOW YOU WANNA FIGHT!?!?!?
Next few months-
Get me the Hell out of here.
Going out-
I'M FREE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I CAN FLY! I CAN JUMP ONTO A SKYSCRAPER! I CAN- oh, fuck, High School.
by Lucio Soph August 29, 2010

by Lucio Soph December 06, 2010

Why are you looking on Urban Dictionary? Nobody's bothering to give a serious definition, just go look it up on dictionary.com.
by Lucio Soph August 25, 2010
