THE BEAUTY OF SUFFERING

BROKEN: Sometimes everything I say, hate, do, love, feel seems to, always want's to **** with me. Maybe I should step back, think about what I have done and start to reflect. There's no reason to be careful, you'll end up broken anyway. You find one bridge, then another and that's how they **** with you.

TEN: There's a struggle going on inside the mind of a mad man. He's always' trying to elude the situation by throwing himself into another. The paranoia set's in, takes hold and pushes you down. Trivial it might be that someone still loves you, though I know you don't care. In your eye's there's no one above you. This error comes from the madness you wear. I hope you suffocate. There's no where near enough hate in this world for me to throw at you. Suffocate, till your body turns cold.

THE COLD SPACE: Can't hold on to dreams we've had. Seems so long and I won't throw this away. Beliefs unspoken and times untold. We have stories to unfold. In my thoughts through pictures I can see the memories filling up the cold space. This is a gift to the world. Compromising, minimizing certain aspects that don't pertain to the situation. And falling won't work this time.

NOWHERE ANTHEM: This conversation's going nowhere. The tone of your voice just drags me down. How many times can you repeat yourself? I can see the difference and your not so far from the truth. This conversation's going nowhere but back around to start again. Can you hear the words I say? I don't owe you anything and I fear this is the last time, going nowhere.

THE HEALING: I think my head is shutting down. I've lost all feeling in my hands. Can't hold onto where I've been. It seems I'm finally getting numb. All I need is a sedative. I know that you said I've been using too much and it's wrong. But it's a matter of opinion and I think you might be wrong. And if you loved me as much as I love you, you'd know you were wrong. No more waking up hating all the choices that I'm making, I'm finally breaking away.

SPIN THE RING: Spin the ring...Circles silver reflecting the light deep in the skin. Through the flesh then back out again. Decisions, decisions and I don't know where to go. So indecisive and slightly vexed. I think I'll just go slide it through, the opening may close soon. Pushing and pulling through, the metals so cold it's bruising you, still you want it more.

NOTHING LEFT: Their only tears, slowly filling just to fall. Rolling down, there's moisture in the air. Somewhere inside you there's an anger creeping, leaking, flowing through your eye's. Distorted vision, hasty decisions, the want to believe the lie's. Now that thing's are becoming clear, there may be a memory of your darkest fear. But only in due time will you see there's nothing left to fear. This song is for the one's who forgot what love was, and walked away. Leaving nothing left but black and grey.

IN TOO DEEP: It's almost too much to deal with. There's no good reason I care. It's just that things aren't so simple. I close my eyes and just stare. The only things that matter are the choices on our way and the decisions we make. So we close our eyes, open our minds and separate. The quicksand's pulling me down. I've got no love for no other. And the weight on my shoulders just pushes me down. And the quicksand pulls me down, I've got no love for no other.

HEADCASE: I lost my head just the other day, it's rolling down a hill full of yesterdays. Before I could catch up to it I tripped and fell head over feet into my own hell. Won't be long now till I can see again. It don't help that I've covered my eyes. But I'm afraid of what's under the ice. And I won't look for cracks on the surface. There's something wrong with my brain and I won't look for cracks on the surface. There's nothing wrong with my brain and I will look through cracks on the surface.

CONFIDENCE: Today's another tragedy. A repercussion of a lie. Brought forth by the pain you feel, and the division of two lovers. One side or the other you know who's in the right. It's obvious what to choose. It's all about a better life. Still that's not the issue, neither is your love. So hollow, the thing's you sang to me. You follow, but still you wouldn't stay.



I hope you enjoy reading these lyrics. Up until this point I have always felt it was better to not have the lyrics accessible. But I have had a change of heart. I sometimes find myself wondering how most people perceive Another Tragedy. And with that thought in the back of my mind, I felt it was appropriate to post the lyrics for "The Beauty of Suffering" up here. In doing so I hope I have not changed anyones opinion of the songs and their meaning. Enjoy!

Johnathan

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