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Artists:

Tourniquet · Evanescence


Albums:

Evanescence (Evanescence) · Evanescence/Ellipsis (Scorn) · Evanescence [Deluxe Edition] (Evanescence) · Evanescence (Evanescence) · A Tribute to Evanescence [Tributized] (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Evanescence [Deluxe Edition] (Evanescence) · Evanescence (Scorn) · Evanescence (Evanescence) · Evanescence/Ellipsis (Scorn) · Evanescence (Evanescence) – and 12 other albums »


by ascendancy!
The infinitude that my wingspread unfolds...
... Governs my blind spheres!
Visibility enclosed!
The emptiness extends openly...
...
Wild-eyed and tight fisted, I'm fused to the bone
I stand contemplating, reacting alone
Impaled with betrayal
The tourniquet turns
Society's
Wild-eyed and tight fisted, I'm fused to the bone
I stand contemplating, reacting alone
Impaled with betrayal
The tourniquet turns
Society's
Tie me down you mean old bag
Wrench the ropes down leave no sag
Crack the whip across my back
I love your hot and nasty attack

Oh bondage I'm
spoil a party

It's tourniquet by crochet
My waters break
Don't drive for pity's sake
Cos I'm too weary to rest
Since I noticed
Coming second best
skin by the host of salvation
By the skin of my teeth retributions made serene

We never wanted it to be like this
We never wanted sympathy

Those
Wild-eyed and tight fisted, I'm fused to the bone
I stand contemplating, reacting alone
Impaled with betrayal
The tourniquet turns
Society's
And after tourniquet fights on my veins
Then I'll begin again
Rhythms are burned from the glare
From the wing on a plane
So without thinking I
by one
All for the mocking-bird, they fell one by one

Don't be fooled by those who feed you words
They just twist and tighten up the tourniquet
burn I'll slowly drift away
A victim of the future my mind and soul decayed

Isolate

I'm sent for eradication
By whom I cannot know, but I'm lost
everything will be OK if I just stay on my knees and keep praying
Believing in something
Tell me everything is all taken care
Of by those qualified to take
will be OK if I just stay on my knees and keep praying 
Believing in something 
Tell me everything is all taken care of by those qualified to take care
I used to pray for rescue by burning up my pain
That's the only kind of prayer I knew back then
It was a fire of desperation for any wings in flight
to pass
On the way to my job on the way to my work
On the way to that slobberin' hoverin' jerk
Who's my boss today
Who's my boss to stay
Who's my
a crown for half a kingdom
For half a town
No geldt-in-my-pelt-jack,
No cash in my shack so tell me the things
That you think I lack
Just what kinda
Broken arms, I would hold you
Even if I had broken arms.
Can you make a tourniquet for a broken heart?
A bad idea?
Well I suppose it's up to me
Retrogore, putrid obsession
Retrogore, maniacal possession
Condemned by horrid nostalgia,
A celebration of death

Vintage tourniquet, decrepit
through this endless wandering
I'm missing you for so long
You're a question mark and a scar
You twist me up like a tourniquet
Till I don't know who we
through my tent

Oh, yay, my love is so inscrutable
In a stoic sort of way
But, by baby, it's as beautiful
As a tourniquet

I'm gonna, I'm gonna, I'm gonna,
open wound 
I never needed to leave 
To find out what makes me tick 
I arrived by default 
My arms three grand long 
But not elastic enough 
To care for
My practical solution to schmucks beefin
Is sinkin my teeth in the flesh of your neck
Like Dracula seducing sluts
And bite a piece of flesh off
But
I pace, alone
In a place for the dead
Overcome by woe
And here, I've grown
So fond of dread
That I swear it's heaven

Oh sweet Mary,
Dressed
off the next man's P.P
Be original, kid, get off the P.P
Get off the shaft of my dick, get off the P.P
Yo, be original, kid, get off the P.P

Yo,
Steady bearing your soul to the world, you undressed
Surrounded by your successors and the whores you ain't fucked yet
That's how I was gettin' it, I
last laughter
And every tree trunks made of third rails with tourniquet branches
And I learned to walk with an anchor in my back pocket
And man I read