THE SUICIDE FILE LYRICS

1. Twilight

Tonight I saw two eyes staring down at me in this valley of ashes,
and I realized what a grotesque thing a rose is.
I've been grasping at a light that seems just out of reach but just close enough to blind me.
'Cause I've never noticed that this sand isn't turning into gold.
It's all just decadence for the sake of decadence, for the sake of carelessness.
And everybody who wears it so well is wondering what they are going to do tomorrow. But the lights are going out and we won't see them again. It's getting fucking dark.

2. The Edge Of Town

The Cul-de-sac jungle is a cruel place.
It's a living rotting failure from a different age.
And if you're looking for the place that dreams go to die,
it's not in the city it's around the outside.
You can mortgage your future for subleached purity and accept the sterility in exchange for security,
but no matter how many times you run from your fears the same problems always re-appear.
Day after day it's all just decay,
and the promised land just gets further away.
On these dead lawns lie your father's dreams.
White flight. White blight. White screams.
On these dead lawns lie your mother's dreams.

3. Rum, Romanism and Tammany

Idealism is fucking dead.
Laughed off the stage at countless conventions.
Laissez faire is en vogue again.
It's silver tongue has been heaven sent.
One man, one vote, throw it away.
One land, one hope, throw it away.
When every candidate looks the same, born of noble blood.
So don't fucking talk to me about our tradition of democracy.
Who the fuck am I supposed to believe in?

4. W

Thank god we've got heroes like you, who bravely stride forward when duty calls.
Just slow enough that people can still whisper in your ear.
And if compassion means biting your lip and posing for the cameras.
Then bravo! Well done! Skull and bones.

5. Ashcroft

If what it boils down to is that "you're either for us or against us,"
I guess I've got a tough, tough choice to make.
'Cause hollow patriotic actions and re-enactments don't move me.
And mostly this 21st century brand of propaganda and rhetoric,
Co-produced by Disney, and sanatized by CGI. Just makes me sick.
And when I peer through.
Through the red. Through the white. And through the blue.
I can see people like you.
Using tragedy to to advance your own narrow moral crusade.

6. Laramie

There's a burning cross on a hillside.
Still bright after all these years.
And you want to just smile and ignore it, but I hear your fucking fear.
I don't believe that anything's changed, at least not for the better.
I don't believe that anything's changed, and nothing's getting better.
Dead words from a different time still can boil blood, still have the power to crucify on a fence in America.
And the words you say are still smoldering. And those crosses are still burning.

7. Song For Katy

It hurts sometimes to think about how far away this is from what you'd hoped for.
The way things were supposed to stay.
And though you learned a lesson and you took it with grace,
I wish I could stop the cold hand of reality from hitting you in the face.
But there is no sparkling clean solution.
And shit isn't just gonna get resolved in a half an hour,
with special guest stars and pearls of wisdom.
So let's not kid ourselves here.
You and I were swindled by an image that was so tantalizing and real that I could almost taste it.
But now the stench of failure is worse than anything.
It permeates everything I do.
And I'm starting to realize that I'd rather have nothing than have a lie,
and sitting waiting for a life that's already passed me by.

8. Down Underground

Hate comes in whispers, not angry yells.
Creeping through your nightmares, leaving putrid smells.
And there's a million stories of sordid private lives.
There's an army of skeletons behind a wall of lies.
Down underground. Keep digging below. Down underground.
You never know. Beneath the plush hotels. Beneath the oyster shells. Beneath the glamour and grace.
Beneath the satin and lace.

9. Mission Hill Party

I can't see past your slick veneers.
Your empty eyes, your hollow sneers. Why not just kill yourselves instead?
You fucking people are already dead.
Dancing drunk to the radio.
'Cause feeling something is better than nothing at all.
And all the drama queens,
all you self-pity machines are dancing drunk to the radio.
No one's gonna save you, so just quit trying.
No one's gonna save you, so just quit crying.

10. November In Brookline

Fate flickers like a newsreel.
It's dancing across the dark wood restaurants,
the empty sidewalks, and the hotel lobbies that have started to fade so that the deep reds are now a dirty pink,
and the elegance they had before has been stripped and covered in dust.
And there are countless yesterdays that were supposed to be something more.
But as time blurs them,
the edges soften and you can carve a monument out of broken glass and sand.
Nothing is uglier than former beauty.
It's the curse of the starlet.
Sunlight can be a horrible thing.
Fate still smiles demurely as the leaves clog the gutters,
and the red bricks chip and sink further into the ground.
Time wears you down.
Time will spit on you.
Time marches on.
Its promises fell through,
and there are countless yesterdays where promises fell through.

11. Song For Tonight

Wrap your arms around me.
I'm fucking freezing,
and I just saw napalm in your eyes.
Rip off what's left of another day,
another crash.
I'm not good with goodbyes.
Moments like this don't just come and go, so soak it in.
This is all I know. Hollow eyes have seen it all.
They say it takes a lifetime for an empire to fall.
I keep swallowing, choking on ashes,
hoping that you will help me breathe.
But tomorrow's not coming.
There's nothing left to believe.
You look like Christmas to me, pale and glowing.
The streetlight catching you through the window.
And for a split second I forgot all my failures,
and the trash on the street below.
I'm here with you. You're here with me. Let's try to forget.
Flesh on flesh.







THE SUICIDE FILE LYRICS