The Other Side

"Mercury Rising" by From Autumn to Ashes

Every breath that I exhale is a sigh -
Every breath that I exhale is a sigh of exhaustion.
[repeating throughout]
How sad - this is what your life has
Been reduced to - a single room apartment containing no more than a mattress.
The strings have been removed from the blinds and all the outlets have been
Painted over. The television screen is streaked with blood smeared from your
Knuckles as you were trying to punch it out but you underestimated its
Strength, or maybe you just weren't trying hard enough. Startled by a knock
At the door you rise for the first time in two days to answer, but you can
Only greet the visitor with one short statement. Hello my first name is
Distance and I really don't care if I never wake up again. Hello my name is
Distance and I really don't care if I never wake up again. Hello I really
Don't care if I never wake up again. I really don't care if I never wake up
Again.

The Other Side

When I talked to her today, she was distant and her eyes had turned another shade. She had lost her concentration.

Didn't conversation become our must?

She stood behind a counter in a small town and when i saw her, it was about nothing, but what had been done.

Don't you see where this could go? She just had one fist for fighting and her other fist was for complaining.

She began to tell me her life in just one story, but as she walked through hell, she told me, she always kept her head up.

Our eyes met and I asked her, Don't you know where your going or who you could be?

"I broke one day and never returned. I ran and never looked back, I feel to Hell and sat there head in hands and weak like a child. "

As she cried, I looked at her closely and she.... turned into me.

God will one day come back to claim his rightful throne in this world. Through the trials and tribulations that satan will challenge us with and use against us towards God, God will strike him down and for the final time and final hour, God will triumph over evil! God will call an army of his believers to stand against satan and this army of God, will not only call the preachers and his sons/daughters of the church, but God's army will consist of those that are the weak of these. God will choose those that are addicts, those that are unworthy, those that are worthless, and as they stand in the front they will be... they will be God's people and the main ones that bring us home and God's glory to a face against satan!

One fist for them and the other for complaining

The End

by Silverstein

The first time we met
Your face became etched
In my mind

You were the sun
I was the one
Who worshiped you.
My hands were your guns
Your eyes were my muse.

And I knew you could never love me
I had so much sorrow inside
You could never reach
But can I still keep
A place in your heart?

You broke my heart
You promised me the moon and stars
I fell for your dreams. I fell for your lies
There was no other way
You know I tried

And I knew you could never love me
I had so much sorrow inside
You could never reach
But can I still keep
A place in your heart?

There is something
I want you to know
I think you know exactly what it is
I didn't want to save you
I didn't want to save you
I set our house on fire
To watch it burn
But I couldn't just leave you there

And I knew you could never love me
I had so much sorrow inside
You could never reach
But I'll ask you this

Will you still miss me?
(Yes I'll miss you)
Do you love me?
(Yes I love you)

Planes fill the sky
We'll both die tonight
We'll both die tonight
Hands from the sky
Swat us away like flies
As we follow the light

Planes fill the sky
We'll both die tonight
We'll both die tonight
Hands from the sky
Swat us away like flies
As we follow the light

We'll both die tonight
We'll both die tonight

Swat us away like flies
(We'll both die tonight)
As we follow the light
(As we follow the light)

This union, a battle fought and lost
This union was not about the cause
This union was never about love

I walk around just really trying to figure this thing out and the two cents of the world that chimes in, always brings me back to you. I bleed for people just to have them make me look stupid or just so they can say, "he/she is worthless and won't amount to much." Well, I have one fist for them and the other one for complaining.

I've heard it said once, that nice guys finish last and as I grow older, that is always the case.

I'm 25 now and that always seemed to be our case, and the walk home is just as long as it started out to be.

These streets are filled with hate, and the longer I'm around them, It'll only get worse....but what can you do? I only have one fist for fighting and the other for complaining.