289 plays The Hard Sell Coheed And Cambria The Hard Sell - Single

cupcakesdontmelt:

I’m paranoid and sick of this world’s misconceptions of things I did
My language poured across this wrist in a metaphoric disaster
My guess, I’m missing out the punch line
Unless this hanging noose is fitted to be all mine.

I Stood by everything I loved
While you never understood me much

‘Cause there’s only one of me
And to many of you you fighting over nothing
Oh, there’s never enough cool for everyone
And before you know it you’re selling out to be in

I Stood by everything I loved
While you never understood me much

These eyes ungoverned are tearing us apart
Their ears forsaken have given up on art
Now, why believe in anything they praise
When one hand holds them the victor

While the other holds the shovel to their graves


I Stood by everything I loved
While you never understood me much

‘Cause there’s only one of me
And to many of you you fighting over nothing
Oh, there’s never enough cool for everyone
And before you know it you’re selling out to be in

Oh, this ticket window has closed
Save your money, baby…
The next show’s about to start
Where else can you get to watch this talent fall…
One by one they drop

119 plays Deranged Coheed And Cambria Batman: Arkham City - The Album

memorian:

Deranged by Coheed and Cambria

Coheed and Cambria Official: The Future

childrenofthefence:

After a lot of thought, introspection and discussion, Coheed and Cambria will be continuing our journey without bassist Michael Todd. We have spoken to him and this is a mutual decision between both parties. Michael was a great contributor; our hearts go out to his family and to all those who…

Bye bye beautiful- don’t bother to write.

omgitslikeaneasybakeoven:

Disturbed by your words and they’re calling all cars.
Face step, let down
Face step, step down…

So leave yourself intact
‘Cause I will be coming back.
In a phrase to cut these lips,
I love you

Coheed and Cambria, “Wake up” (via southtowngirl)
I’ll follow your every move in a stride that wills disguise
Little markings clue the find
Your red lips speak of painted figures
The teeth of mangled little listeners
The thoughts that hide your rusty scissors there
And hooded men are swinging honesty across this violence
Obscurity has no hero

The Broken (via inkeepingsecretsofsilentearth)