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AFI-Sing the Sorrow

Miseria Cantare- The Beginning

Nothing, from nowhere, I'm no one at all. Radiate. Recognize one silent call as we all form one dark flame.
Incinerate. Love your hate, your faith lost. You are now one of us.

The Leaving Song Pt. II

Don't Waste your touch, you won't feel anything. Or were you meant to save me?
I've thought too much, you won't find anything worthy of redeeming.
Yo he estado aqui muchas veces antes y regreso to break down and cease all feeling, burn now what once was breathing. Reach out and you may take my heart away.
Imperfect cry and scream in ecstasy but what befalls the flawless? Look what I've built. It shines so beautifully! Now watch as it destroys me.
Y regreso aqui otra vez y comienzo to break down and cease all feeling, burn now what once was breathing.
Reach out and you may take my heart away. I left it all behind and never said good-bye.
I left it all to die. I saw its birth. I watched it grow. I felt it change me. I took the life. I ate it slow. Now it consumes me.

Bleed Black

I am exploring the inside. I find it desolate. I do implore these confines now as they penetrate, "recreate me."
I'm hovering throughout time. I crumble in these days. I crumble, I cannot find reflection in these days.
If you listen, listen close, beat-by-beat, you can hear when the heart stops. I saved the pieces when it broke and ground them all to dust.
I am destroyed by the inside. I dissasociate. I hope to destroy the outside. I will alleviate and elevate me.
Like water flowing into lungs, I'm flowing in these days. As morphine tears through deadened veins I'm numbing in these days.
I know what died that night. It can never be brought back to life once again, I know.
I know I died that night and I'll never be brought back to life. Once again, I know.
If you listen, listen close, beat-by-beat, you can hear when the heart stops.
I saved the pieces when it broke and ground them all to dust.

Silver and Cold

I came here by day, but I left here in darkness and found you on the way. Now it is silver and silent. It is silver and cold
You, in somber resplendence, I hold. Your sins into me, oh, my beautiful one now. Your sins into me.
As a rapturous voice escapes, I will tremble a prayer and I'll beg for your forgiveness. Your sins into me, oh, my beautiful one
Light, like the flutter of wings, feel your hollow voice rushing into me as you're longing to sing. So I will paint you in silver.
I will wrap you in cold. I will lift your voice up as I sink. Cold in life's throws. I'll fall asleep for you.
I only ask you turn away. I only ask you turn as they seep into me, oh, my beautiful one.

Dancing Through Sunday

Will you join me in this dance of misery, cradled in impossibility?
Swooning, I am swept away, swept off my feet. With step-by-step we take the lead as drop-by-drop we start to bleed.
And we dance in misery, all lost in the arms of our misery. Swept off our feet by misery, we’re swept into shadows.
Will you lend yourself to beauty that will horrify? Let me hide within your black, the still inside your eyes.
Deafened, caught within a cry so sensual. As step-by-step I separate, while breath-by-breath I suffocate.
So who will follow? Who is the lead? I know I’ll leave a stain because I bleed as we dance. We all dance.
We all have no chance in this horrid romance.

Girl's Not Grey

I'll lay me down tonight, much further down. Swim in the calm tonight. This art does drown
What follows me as the whitest lace of light just begs to be imbrued? What follows will swallow whole.
What follows has lead me to this place where I belong, with all erased.
All insects sing tonight. The coldest sound. I'd send God's grace tonight could it be found>
I'll lay me down tonight much further down. Watch stars go out tonight. On sinking ground I'll lay me down.

Death of Seasons

Of late it's harder just to go outside, to leave this deadspace with hatred so alive.
Writhing with sickness, thrown into banality, I decay. Killed by the weakness, but forced to return. Turn it off.
I watch the stars as they fall from the sky. I held a fallen star and it wept for me, dying.
I feel the fallen stars encircle me now, as they cry.
Out there so quickly grows malignant tribes. Posthuman extinction excels unrecognized.
Feeling surrounded, so bored with mortality, I decay. All of this hatred is fucking real. Turn it on.
It won't be all right despite what they say. Just watch the stars tonight as they disappear, disintegrate.
And I disintegrate because this hate is fucking real. And I hope to shade the world as stars go out and I disintegrate.

The Great Dissapointment

I can remember a place I used to go. Chrysanthemums of white, they seemed so beautiful. I can remember.
I searched for the amaranth. I’d shut my eyes to see. Oh, how I smiled then, so near the cherished ones.
I knew they would appear...saw not a single one. Oh, how I smiled then, waiting so patiently. I'd make a wish and bleed.
While I waited I was wasting away. I can remember...dreamt them so vividly, soft creatures draped in white, light kisses gracing me.
I can remember when I first realized, dreams were the only place to see them. While I waited I was wasting away.
Hope was wasting away. Faith was wasting away. I was wasting away.
I never, never wanted this. I always wanted to believe, but from the start I’d been decieved.
I never, never wanted this. Inside a crumbling effigy, so dies all innocence. But you promised me...

Paper Airplanes (makeshift wings)

Raise high monolithic statues so fragile. As they fall, I am ever enthralled. Gaze, lie and smirk time.
Your arrogance will suit you well 'til fashion is dispelled.
As waves of plastic fame go out of fashion, you're going out forever unknown.
These waves of plastic fame are drying up and I smile because you're dying to become forever unknown.
From above a rain of ashes descends. Anathema, I will remain, forever will remain.
From below, in my seclusion, look up to the sky to see paper wings and watch them burn.
Without habitation. You'll never find a soul inside, no life, but nothing's died.
No lights, but quite the show (just as long as no one ever knows all motion is pantomime.)
Dancing in the rain of descending ash, dancing on your grave, I'll see you all falling. I'd stop it, had you a heart.

This Celluloid Dream

The Leaving Song

...but home is nowhere

Un-named Hidden Track

This Time is Imperfect

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