Tema: Bane - Tekstovi Pesama

Ali vs. Frazier I


(rumble, young man, rumble)
how many more days will you sit
and talk about your ambitions
all that you can be
the person you are dying to be
the place you want to get to
but always out of reach
before that fury swells inside of you
grows so big that it forever quiets you
stand up to your demons
make a run at your goliath
find the best, find the worst
waiting in both of you
it抯 not the who or the what that is lasting
but how you fight
that is the fight
the only mark that will not leave you
and i will feel my heart drum its final beat
if it meant that i have given this my all
there抯 nothing left for me to believe in
if not you, if not this?what else is there but death?
(it抯 your call卛t抯 all on you)
give more
give everything
give blood

At Best


Searching, sifting, dying to find the worst in everything around you.
All that's wrong is all that you fuckin' see because its all that you look for.
But you won't wallow in your doom alone you've got to ruin it for everyone.
With words that belittle the situation and rape each moment of its potential.
I'm not saying to go through life blindly.
I know that things don't go right all of the time.

But at best - I am going to try to find, at best - a way to make it through the haze, at best.
- I'm gonna leave your words behind, so I can get on with my day.
It only takes a little bit of effort, to open up your eyes and see, that this life is so fucking short but still let each day of it get the best of you, instead of the other way around.

Someone has killed the child in you, and now this life has got you beat.

Ante Up


the last thing that i want to do right now
is scream one more line
about the words that fall from your mouth
landing somewhere just short of my feet
some long, sad, boring list of let downs
that i have talked about a thousand times before
some spark i thought i saw in you
needed to see in you
wished i could see in you
but was just a damn bluff
i threw away aces and you showed me deuces
the key is having the guts to raise with
the second highest hand
i have spent so much time
folding bad cards and eating my words
i抳e said some awful things to some real good people
that now i no longer have a problem admitting when i am wrong
and can just sit back and wait for the next deal to come
and if the worst thing in my life
is long-ass rides and hug filled good-byes
and i can still be mystified
by pretty smiles, crushes and mix tapes
then i guess things really aren抰 so bad
and i have never known much about silver linings
but i can look around this van and see
five faces that breath life into me
kings full of jacks
splash my chips across the table
take my shot
i抦 all in

You Wrote This Song For Me


I object to this line of questioning
There is something festering behind your eyes
Beneath your words misplaced
And in my face
You are not just telling me what you think
But swinging some rusty axe that has been weighing you down
Speaks volumes about your inability to understand
This scene, this struggle, that has existed so long before
You and will continue happily without you
You remain so unclear
You have no idea
What this music's about or
Why we stand here before you always
Striving, always melting
Bleeding crying into these instruments
And for what
Not you
This has nothing repeat nothing
To do with your ignorant arrogant ass
Or some preset image of some preset scene
Of some set of rules
As safe and as boring as a ride on a carousel
You have come to the wrong tree to bark
And your wishes they fall on deaf ears
And our wheels roll on
And while you sit at home and wish that you could
Stay the same
What have you ever risked, pulled your heart out for
The world to judge, created something out of nothing
Punched holes in what used to be
Set fire to what is supposed to be
Then shut your mouth about what you want this to be
We don't care

Both Guns Blazing


I can't believe how tightly
you can shut your eyes
Mouth open wide your words say more
than any text book could
I've never seen nothing
take up so much space
Your wisdom rings hollow
It's just some shit that your drunk father
nailed into your head when you were ten
He stomped on your mind
You could not bridge the gap
between you and me
Some things are better left unsaid
But I can't just smile - nod my head when
I should be screaming - Screaming at the sun
So I waste my fucking time beating my head
against brick fucking walls
Sharing words with you
With you

Woulda, Coulda, Shoulda


Probably never shoulda even opened my mouth
And I had no right to say what anything meant to you
I'm still trying to figure out what it all meant to me
We all know sometimes I speak too quickly
Been known for choosing all the wrong words
Seems I wasn't very careful when traveling back in time
Remembering how I'd wished we coulda burned a little bit brighter
The second time around
I was holding out for something greater
Than broken slogans, empty sing-alongs
I still do
It's still not

Maybe it woulda been easier if I was less honest
When giving the answers Lord knows can be so hard to hear
Like the older we get the less that there seems to be worth fighting for
Don't you think that makes me sad too? But I was just reciting bacic math
Same tired words
Familiar let downs
I could not help but see all those lines that you were drawing in the sand
Would blow away at the slightest wind
But I have been giving it some thought and I have decided
That I'm not sorry, not sorry, not sorry about nothing

And I never shoulda named names when it wasn't you
But all the faces, all the ideas, bands that came and went and came again
Just could not find the patience to differentiate
But based on your reaction the lesson still remains
Bonds built on words don't mean a thing to me
And with friendships like ours who needs friendships anyway
I didn't then
I dont now

The Paint Chips Away


We just can't go on No not like this.
The center will not hold So many voices with so much to say.
But frozen when it's time to lift a finger.
And fix what has been broken for so long.
You have not taken one true step towards leaving the.
Pettiness that you claim that you left behind.
This scene that that you are such a proud part of Buckles when you're ego strikes.
Sinks under the weight of your apathy Your actions erase the good in your words And your compassion's as empty as your pride.
It's not enough the things that you say It's how you live your life day by day Forget what you are I wanna know who you are.
It doesn't matter what you call yourself It's how you carry yourself Are you really here to help?

What Holds Us Down


we are only brave enough to fight the battles already won for us
and spend more time with our hair than we do our minds
while the girls and the young and the lost
are kicked off to the side
our armies in fractions because our kings are so foolish
we will never know true victory and are happy just to survive
to live to dance another day
still clinging to those golden ?olden days
while our mouths sweep the mess to the back of our minds
nothing ever changing as we all grow older
nothing ever changing as our hearts grow colder
that抯 what holds us down
we flap our wings but we never leave the ground

Count Me Out


I can still see the reasons that I opened my eyes to this scene in the first place
I can still feel my beliefs growing stronger everyday
I can still count the ways
But for you it’s all over the meaning is gone and you're moving on
And tearing us down with you
You’ve shed your past, grown up fast
Demanding that we all mature at your pace, but here I remain refusing to change
Remembering when we were the same
I support your decision, I believe in change and you find
Just what it is that you are looking for?
But when you sit around and talk shit about everything that you once based your whole life on
That is where you can count me out
Because I will be here tomorrow and I will be here next year
Just like this X on the back of my hand, I’m not going nowhere

Broke Wide Open


Just one quick glance was all that it took
Trapped in your stare of judgement
As we pass each other on the street
And I look into your robot eyes as you make your careful calculations
I choke on your perfume as you file me into lower class
The moment stretches as I hear the cries of everyone
That you have stepped on so many throats
Bled dry to get to who you are today
A lifetime spent swinging the sharpest of knives
Oh how I'd like to take it all away
One twitch of the finger one moment of heart felt compassion
Break you wide open
Stare straight through your center
A lifetime spent with so little sweat
That nothing in you grew nothing but vanity and twisted wires
From a rusted heart that slightly resembles a cash register
Just one look that says it all
While you figure out just what I'm worth
And that's the best that you've got
That and a thousand dollar handbag
How'd I like to wash it all away
There is a middle in you somewhere
Break it open
For the world to see one quick beautiful violent motion
A lifetime spent swinging the sharpest of knives
And you wonder why I am so obsessed with guns…