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Re: ~ Eins, Zwei oder Drei - Song Lyrics ~
von LadyMacbeth am 18.03.2026 17:252. I let you cut me open just to watch me bleed. Gave up who I am for who you wanted me to be. Don't know why I'm hoping for what I won't receive. Falling for the promise of the emptiness machine. || The Emptiness Machine - Linkin Park
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1. Whenever I fear death I think of that which I would fear much more. Never dying, is that what you all are striving for? I leave a stream of greenery in every path I walk chased by a monster of a thousand voices that always wants one more.
2. I'd be the voice that urged Orpheus when her body was found. I'd be the choiceless hope in grief that drove him underground. I'd be the dreadful need in the devotee that made him turn around and I'd be the immediate forgiveness in Eurydice. Imagine being loved by me.
3. Everything that I love will destroy me in the end, so I break my own heart over and over again.
TO EXIST IN THE FACE OF SUFFERING AND DEATH AND SOMEHOW STILL KEEP SINGING?
Florence + The Machine
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Re: ~ Eins, Zwei oder Drei - Song Lyrics ~
von tomorrow. am 18.03.2026 18:59I'd be the voice that urged Orpheus when her body was found. I'd be the choiceless hope in grief that drove him underground. I'd be the dreadful need in the devotee that made him turn around and I'd be the immediate forgiveness in Eurydice. Imagine being loved by me.
- Hozier, Talk
- I'll put your record on (hmm), keep it spinning. Under the LEDs (hmm),'til I'm seasick. Nothing lasts, nothing lasts, nothing lasts, I know I've seen the scythe in its sheath.
- I hear them marching, I wish I was there, but I'm searching for something Lua left somewhere, only she can remember, but she can't, it's November on one hand on the other, I don't bother, I'm a mother like no other. Fuck it, I'm a flower, growing taller every day, getting greener by the hour and I don't care what people say.
- I remember you well in Chelsea Hotel, you were famous, your heart was a legend. You told me again you preferred handsome men but for me you would make an exception. An' clenching your fist for the ones like us who are oppressed by the figures of beauty, you fixed yourself, you said, "Well, never mind, we are ugly but we have the music"