It only pumps blood.
That's all it does.
Just a muscle, like every other.
All it does is pump blood.
So when you left me bleeding out,
I knew that where the flood had started
Would scarify
Or start to die.
Until it won't pump blood.
"Cigarette Town"
I should've known when you came from
Cigarette Town
When the addiction was over you would
Leave my lungs to drown
In the nicotine of memories of you
In my mouth
Down my throat and in my brain
The carcinogen feels the same.
It's not a problem, all the drags have stopped
So many years ago
But I still die slowly from the
Secondhanded smoke
Third-hand, fifth-hand, time doesn't
Mean a thing
And when I die, your
Cigarette's what fallen angels sing.
"Marathon"
Instead of walking in my shoes
You put your own sneaks on
And ran a mile ahead of me
To reach the finish before dawn.
Declared yourself the winner,
Gave yourself that golden prize,
Not for a second did you look back,
See the ribbons in my eyes.
So my next step is off the track
While you brag and boast and cheer,
The celebration's yours, my friend,
I hope you're happy here.
Would that I were a fly on the wall,
Watching you stumble yourself down the hall,
Head towards the bathroom and try not to fall,
If you can even make it at all.
Splash some water upon your face,
Try to pretend you have some kind of grace,
Prove to yourself that you've not gone to waste,
Finding your comfort in heads filled with space.
Would that I were a fly on the wall,
As everyone stumbles themselves down the hall.
Insomnia. Wakefulness in all manner of light and dark. I hated it, I detested it, and I prayed for sleep as I stared outside my window in the middle of the night. The only lamp on our small street was flickering, as always, and my sleepless nights allowed me to keep track of its degradation. A week ago it only flickered once every two minutes. Last night, once every thirty seconds. Tonight, it flickered so quickly that only shadows could be seen. Not that anyone else was looking at this hour, of course—only me, the freak that never slept. I turned to check the clock, noting that I'd be leaving for work in four hours, and as I turned ba
Burning Words
Burning words out of my mouth
Don't come crying as the flames come down
Ashes left of sounds once said
Never repeated 'til we're Us long dead.
Find a lantern clear as glass
Fill it up with holes and gas
Light again to try it out
Burning words inside my mouth.
Pallid Bust of Dante
[Verse]
'Round in circles, 'round in circles, 'round we go again
Tryin' desperately to taste or smell or see the end
Being told we are
But we know the bar
That we set and
Now we're trying to forget it
When the thickness, when the thickness, when it clouds my head
Like a fog inside my brain for sure will see me dead
Smelling smoke inside
Can't tell the truth from lies
But we believe it and
Know we cannot achieve it
[Chorus]
When the end of me is caving in just like my head
When my mind is gone like it is right now and I can't pretend
When the mask I wear looks cracked and scared like the face inside
When I run away but
They call me the recluse
'Cause I wreck loose
Every little thing I would bother to die for,
All the other things that I waste time to try for,
After all the words tellin' me just to "try more",
But it's this disease and I'm tryin' to find cures.
I dont even know if there's anything left in me,
But you'll see
Same time as I learn my reality,
And I can't believe
This is all I'll be
For eternity,
So just stick around and wait by the hands of the clock,
Sit yourself down and just listen to tick tocks
While I keep lookin' and searchin' for a lock
For this key in my brain with the eyes of a hawk.
And you wonder why
I stay in and hide?
I can't verba
Amorpheus Thoughts
And what is sleep but death divined,
And dreams the thread of life?
With mind aglow the living breathe,
Without, dark corpses lie.
Fantastic places, creatures, things,
Mixed real and fantasy,
Decay the only truth in dirt,
With growth in reverie.
Sleep well, my friend, my love, my you,
With phosphorescent mind,
And wake and live when morrow comes,
So too the night behind.
It only pumps blood.
That's all it does.
Just a muscle, like every other.
All it does is pump blood.
So when you left me bleeding out,
I knew that where the flood had started
Would scarify
Or start to die.
Until it won't pump blood.
"Cigarette Town"
I should've known when you came from
Cigarette Town
When the addiction was over you would
Leave my lungs to drown
In the nicotine of memories of you
In my mouth
Down my throat and in my brain
The carcinogen feels the same.
It's not a problem, all the drags have stopped
So many years ago
But I still die slowly from the
Secondhanded smoke
Third-hand, fifth-hand, time doesn't
Mean a thing
And when I die, your
Cigarette's what fallen angels sing.
"Marathon"
Instead of walking in my shoes
You put your own sneaks on
And ran a mile ahead of me
To reach the finish before dawn.
Declared yourself the winner,
Gave yourself that golden prize,
Not for a second did you look back,
See the ribbons in my eyes.
So my next step is off the track
While you brag and boast and cheer,
The celebration's yours, my friend,
I hope you're happy here.
Would that I were a fly on the wall,
Watching you stumble yourself down the hall,
Head towards the bathroom and try not to fall,
If you can even make it at all.
Splash some water upon your face,
Try to pretend you have some kind of grace,
Prove to yourself that you've not gone to waste,
Finding your comfort in heads filled with space.
Would that I were a fly on the wall,
As everyone stumbles themselves down the hall.
Insomnia. Wakefulness in all manner of light and dark. I hated it, I detested it, and I prayed for sleep as I stared outside my window in the middle of the night. The only lamp on our small street was flickering, as always, and my sleepless nights allowed me to keep track of its degradation. A week ago it only flickered once every two minutes. Last night, once every thirty seconds. Tonight, it flickered so quickly that only shadows could be seen. Not that anyone else was looking at this hour, of course—only me, the freak that never slept. I turned to check the clock, noting that I'd be leaving for work in four hours, and as I turned ba
Burning Words
Burning words out of my mouth
Don't come crying as the flames come down
Ashes left of sounds once said
Never repeated 'til we're Us long dead.
Find a lantern clear as glass
Fill it up with holes and gas
Light again to try it out
Burning words inside my mouth.
Pallid Bust of Dante
[Verse]
'Round in circles, 'round in circles, 'round we go again
Tryin' desperately to taste or smell or see the end
Being told we are
But we know the bar
That we set and
Now we're trying to forget it
When the thickness, when the thickness, when it clouds my head
Like a fog inside my brain for sure will see me dead
Smelling smoke inside
Can't tell the truth from lies
But we believe it and
Know we cannot achieve it
[Chorus]
When the end of me is caving in just like my head
When my mind is gone like it is right now and I can't pretend
When the mask I wear looks cracked and scared like the face inside
When I run away but
They call me the recluse
'Cause I wreck loose
Every little thing I would bother to die for,
All the other things that I waste time to try for,
After all the words tellin' me just to "try more",
But it's this disease and I'm tryin' to find cures.
I dont even know if there's anything left in me,
But you'll see
Same time as I learn my reality,
And I can't believe
This is all I'll be
For eternity,
So just stick around and wait by the hands of the clock,
Sit yourself down and just listen to tick tocks
While I keep lookin' and searchin' for a lock
For this key in my brain with the eyes of a hawk.
And you wonder why
I stay in and hide?
I can't verba
Amorpheus Thoughts
And what is sleep but death divined,
And dreams the thread of life?
With mind aglow the living breathe,
Without, dark corpses lie.
Fantastic places, creatures, things,
Mixed real and fantasy,
Decay the only truth in dirt,
With growth in reverie.
Sleep well, my friend, my love, my you,
With phosphorescent mind,
And wake and live when morrow comes,
So too the night behind.
No problem I love slivers, and as someone who designed custom MtG cards in my spare time, it's nearly IMPOSSIBLE to find original sliver art. Yours is great
Hey I was looking around and I found the colorless gear symbol I put some information about it on my roxas card. I couldn't see the desert, lightning, or some other symbols, but the file I found has most of the "colors."