One Morning Left
EP • 2009
Flipping elbow Rise Wo-oooo-o.wo-oooo-o Let's get this party started Let's get this party started Let's get this party started Let's get this party started Rise, most beautiful day, I ever seen, I create my own love of beauty You set me free once again Step a side make your own mind Bree Once Again Bree Once Again Breeeee Make your own mind Bree once Again Free I wish I had something more to give than myself Sometimes I fear it's not enough Apathy runs in my veins And I want to go down This is my worst This is my worst This is my worst nightmare I wish I had something more to give than myself Sometimes I fear it's not enough Apathy runs in my veins Roses On My Grave, Breetardead Everything I have Everything I have, is not is not.. much Everything I have (You set me free) is not much
Submitted by Lake of Tears — Feb 23, 2026
We find it difficult to say the words we need to say So get yourself back down And pray for the hands of mercy This is the help you need Oh come under the shelter of the great I am And pray for the hands of mercy We find it difficult to say the words we really need to say So get yourself back down And pray for the hands of mercy This is the help you need Oh come under the shelter (of the great I am.) My wounds are deep enough Your words are place to hide But your presence seems to fade away Lift me back to my sore feet Lift me back to my sore
Submitted by Lake of Tears — Feb 23, 2026
Take a look at my tired eye While I'm alive, I'm still dying Take a look at my sick eye While I'm alive, I'm still dying All the good times have been forgotten behind my failures Where's my sight, I can't see through those whitened lies No memories, no innocence in the night I want to hide, far away as fast as I can I want to run, far away as fast as I can So far away So far away as fast as I can So far away as fast as I can Take a look at my tired eye While I'm alive, I'm still dying Take a look at my sick eye While I'm alive, I'm still dying I found myself from the well, I scream my own name And no-one answer, man in men, balls on the walls
Submitted by Lake of Tears — Feb 23, 2026
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