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Up And Out - With Honor

"Just these words to right the wrong, One simple phrase, two hands to play along. Instead of matchbooks, backyards, and knives, We play with sharper blades, run them through our sides. Drop innocence, use"

Closets - With Honor

"I'll hold my tongue, There has been enough double talk to double cross every bridge we've ever walked. Watch them burn along with love lost, empty words withdrawn, confidence replaced with doubt. Open"

Bottoms Up - With Honor

"Call me the song beating in your heart, The needles mark, scrape, and pry, Damage is done, when all these cuts bleed dry, I'll have your glory carved on my chest and arms, Broken dreams spelled out in"

20 Strong - With Honor

"So it's been weeks and I can't help but stop and think, These rooms seem cold without you. Memories turned salty cheeks, I still feel the flames you held beneath my feet. Life may ever be so good again. I've"

You Always Said - With Honor

"Some things are just the truth, Like how the sky is blue, And wheels will always roll. A mile won't pass without me missing you and it breaks, It breaks through my skin. The click's still ticking, Everyone"

A New War - With Honor

"Will we see the day when the trees that we hang our heads from, Hit the ground like dead men's love songs, Offering another history of privilege and open doors? As they march us off to a new war, When"

Small Dreams - With Honor

"Do you recall seeing no way that we could get through? Those nights spent thinking, "Our dreams may be just small enough to come true?" So steal away. Steal away and let these days Witness the death of"

In A Bottle - With Honor

"When did life assume the shape of a TV screen, A work-horse work week, and commute in between? As we masquerade the days we waste, Love's stuck on dusty shelves with feelings we forsake. Before you know"

Gun For Hire - With Honor

"If these walls had words I'd fear the things they'd say when I'm not around. Crashing image, painting me failure. Because I've sold myself a slave. A slave to a cause that holds no end... and still"

Long Story Short - With Honor

"Love is a word so overused, it's become a path to the grave, in the shape of a nail in its speaker's hand, to dry the tongue in the cursed throat where it lands. And this is love? Actions that undermine"

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