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Cautionary Tale
delikately (KEI♱H ver.)
LYRICS
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REBELLUTION!
by delikately (KEI♱H ver.)
don’t tell me what’s right.
you’ve got clean hands ‘cause you never fight.
your words hit hard, right through my head
i’m gone, better off dead.
these rules just steal your days,
but time was never theirs to take.
it’s not bad to want to be free
so come on, run away with me.
whoa-oh, we’re the rebels,
riders chasing our freedom.
we don’t wait for permission.
everybody scream
(ahhh.)
light it up tonight,
we’ll burn just to feel alive
we’re the rebels,
everybody scream revolution!
we never fit in their parade,
they want us quiet, neat, and afraid.
“grow up,” they said, “that’s how it goes,”
but i won’t lie for what i don’t know.
you built your kingdom out of fear,
and called it “home” for all these years.
it’s not bad to want to be free
so come on, run away with me.
whoa-oh, we’re the rebels,
riders chasing our freedom.
we don’t wait for permission.
everybody scream
(ahhh.)
light it up tonight,
we’ll burn just to feel alive
we’re the rebels,
everybody scream
(ahhh.)
if dying young was ever right,
then let tonight be the last good fight.
we lost our faith, but kept our sound
that’s more than most can say out loud.
if love’s a wound, then let it bleed
at least it proves there’s something left in me.
whoa-oh, we’re the rebels,
riders chasing our freedom.
we don’t wait for permission.
everybody scream
(ahhh.)
light it up tonight,
we’ll burn just to feel alive
we’re the rebels,
everybody scream revolution!
whoa-oh, we’re the rebels,
still alive and bleeding.
the last ones still believing.
everybody scream
everybody scream revolution!
everybody scream
(ahhh.)
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Jack The Ripper
by delikately (KEI♱H ver.)
they talk about the symphony.
that slow, beautiful rise what a pathetic lie.
you wanna hear the real music?
it’s the sound of control breaking.
it’s the crash i waited for. every. single. time.
it's not the need for blood, it’s the need for proof
proof that i’m still here, still able to decide.
the silence they left me with it was too goddamn loud.
look, the newspapers got it wrong, they always do.
they always do.
it's never about the why.
it's about the i.
i am the scalpel in the asylum!
the only surgeon left alive!
i chase that surgical yellow light yeah, the fake dawn!
it’s my catharsis, my forgivable sin!
i refuse to give up on this emptiness!
no, it won’t fill up. it won’t fill up.
i’m so damn tired of the wanting, you know?
it’s a coil. a tight, ugly coil of nothing.
and every night the city is just… offering.
look at the holes you can fix.
look at the noise you can make.
i tried to fill it with work, tried to drown it in cheap whiskey
but it sticks. like the smell. under the nails.
it doesn't wash. it will not wash off.
and every time i swear it's the last time, i swear it.
but the cold is just so damn comforting.
goddamn comforting, yeah.
i’ll keep you guessing, you keep me breathing.
i am the scalpel in the asylum!
the only surgeon left alive!
i chase that surgical yellow light yeah, the fake dawn!
it’s my catharsis, my forgivable sin!
i refuse to give up on this emptiness!
no, it won’t fill up. it won’t fill up.
this is not a confession, don’t call it that.
it’s a treaty with my own worst impulse.
a beautiful, terrible, awful understanding.
the lie they sell you is control.
the truth is this beautiful, dramatic, self-inflicted wound.
yet it was ugly. i know, i know it was ugly.
but so is this whole damn life they built for us.
so why pretend?
i am the scalpel in the asylum!
the only surgeon left alive!
i chase that surgical yellow light yeah, the fake dawn!
it’s my catharsis, my forgivable sin!
i refuse to give up on this emptiness!
let it bleed. i’m the ghost you inherited.
i am resolute.
god help me, i am.
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Dormir, Dormire!
by delikately (KEI♱H ver.)
twenty years.
two decades of dust on her lashes.
the silk turned yellow on the mattress.
they thought they were being kind, locking the light out
just a problem put away.
that’s all a curse is, right?
a family making sure no one looks too close.
her body just a cabinet for their secrets.
who saves the savior?
who breaks the chain?
her chest doesn’t rise,
doesn’t fall.
time doesn’t move here;
the clock lost its hands.
she cannot go.
(no more, no more)
the spell runs deep,
a kiss won’t save her,
a prince won’t dare.
(dormir, dormire)
she sleeps in despair.
he saw her from the saddle, through the gnarled, forgotten gate.
a cruel, compelling, still-life caught in the hands of fate.
a spindle kissed her, poisoned fate.
threads of crimson weave her state.
eyes shut
a world undone.
darkness whispered, “you’re the chosen one.”
who wakes the sleeper to feel her pain?
her chest doesn’t rise,
doesn’t fall.
time doesn’t move here;
the clock lost its hands.
she cannot go.
(no more, no more)
the spell runs deep,
a kiss won’t save her,
a prince won’t dare.
(dormir, dormire)
she sleeps in despair.
the roses bloom red,
but they drip with her pain.
a spindle kissed her, poisoned fate.
threads of crimson weave her state.
her chest doesn’t rise,
doesn’t fall.
time doesn’t move here;
the clock lost its hands.
she cannot go.
(no more, no more)
no break in the spell,
a kiss won’t save her,
a prince won’t dare.
(dormir, dormire)
she’s locked in this hell.
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Bluebeard’s Charm
by delikately (KEI♱H ver.)
you were so beautiful, so easy to believe in.
i gave you everything the tapestries, the silver, the view from the fourth-floor window.
all of it a bribe for one simple thing: obedience.
i told you the limits. i drew the blood-red line.
the lock wasn't built to keep you out. it was there to keep me safe.
and now the handle is cold beneath your palm.
you opened the door to see the cost of your own curiosity. (and now the blood is on your fingers, too!)
this is the weight of the bluebeard’s charm!
you chose the cold, unforgivable truth
over the warm, reckless comfort.
why do you search for the shame i try to bury?
(ghost of the past i can't outrun!)
i let you walk free, but you chose the dark hall!
you brought the noise back in
and now you pay the price!
i swear, i thought i was strong enough this time.
to simply wait for you to be better than all the others.
but you're all the same, aren't you? weak to the whisper.
that ugly, cheap thrill of knowing what you shouldn't.
i locked it up so i wouldn't have to look at it anymore!
i always knew you’d look. i knew it. (that’s the cruel part.)
and i hate you for proving me right. (i hate you for making me right.)
this is the weight of the bluebeard’s charm!
you chose the cold, unforgivable truth
over the warm, reckless comfort.
why do you search for the shame i try to bury?
(ghost of the past i can't outrun!)
i let you walk free, but you chose the dark hall!
you should have waited! (you should have just stayed!)
it’s not the disobedience that cuts. (it’s the want.)
the desperate need for the thing that isn't yours.
and i see myself in that greed. (that's the part that hurts.)
that we are the same kind of awful.
i give you the means to destroy me.
(why do you use it?)
this is the weight of the bluebeard’s charm!
you chase the chaos like some goddamn death-wish ferry!
(i gave you forever and you only wanted more!)
why do you search for the shame i try to bury?!
i wanted to be redeemed! (i wanted to be fixed by your light!)
but you chose the haunting
you chose the blackest night!
i give you the means to destroy me. why do you use it?
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Dead Of Night
by delikately (KEI♱H ver.)
beneath the ruins of my quiet years,
every vow i made turned serpentine.
i feel it crawl beneath my skin
humiliation stings, and suddenly i’m on my feet again.
everyone loves a comeback story,
but no one stays for the part where you’re dead.
you can try to drag me under,
but i’ve learned how to breathe in thunder.
we’ll rise like a phoenix in the dead of night!
woah oh, woah oh, woah oh!
we’ve got a burning desire,
our hearts blaze like eternal fire!
this is our song, our song!
this is our fight, our fight!
we’ll rise like a phoenix in the dead of night!
the ashes stick like guilt to my skin,
you can’t wash off where you’ve been.
i was rendered weak by every rising
i just stand where i fell before.
out of that grave i wrote my psalm,
in chords of metal, blood, and calm.
you can’t break what’s already reborn
i’m the calm and the storm.
we’ll rise like a phoenix in the dead of night!
woah oh, woah oh, woah oh!
we’ve got a burning desire,
our hearts blaze like eternal fire!
this is our song, our song!
this is our fight, our fight!
we’ll rise like a phoenix in the dead of night!
ave inferna hail the flame i keep.
i’ve kissed the abyss, now it’s mine to weep.
break me, bend me, i’ll rise again
a symphony of ruin, stretched across time.
let’s go!
we’ll rise like a phoenix in the dead of night!
woah oh, woah oh, woah oh!
we’ve got a burning desire,
our hearts blaze like eternal fire!
this is our song, our song!
this is our fight, our fight!
we’ll rise like a phoenix in the dead of night!
let the ashes fall where they may,
we’re still alive, we’ll find our way.
delikately (KEI♱H ver.)
LYRICS
{click the album cover to show / hide lyrics}
REBELLUTION!
by delikately (KEI♱H ver.)
don’t tell me what’s right.
you’ve got clean hands ‘cause you never fight.
your words hit hard, right through my head
i’m gone, better off dead.
these rules just steal your days,
but time was never theirs to take.
it’s not bad to want to be free
so come on, run away with me.
whoa-oh, we’re the rebels,
riders chasing our freedom.
we don’t wait for permission.
everybody scream
(ahhh.)
light it up tonight,
we’ll burn just to feel alive
we’re the rebels,
everybody scream revolution!
we never fit in their parade,
they want us quiet, neat, and afraid.
“grow up,” they said, “that’s how it goes,”
but i won’t lie for what i don’t know.
you built your kingdom out of fear,
and called it “home” for all these years.
it’s not bad to want to be free
so come on, run away with me.
whoa-oh, we’re the rebels,
riders chasing our freedom.
we don’t wait for permission.
everybody scream
(ahhh.)
light it up tonight,
we’ll burn just to feel alive
we’re the rebels,
everybody scream
(ahhh.)
if dying young was ever right,
then let tonight be the last good fight.
we lost our faith, but kept our sound
that’s more than most can say out loud.
if love’s a wound, then let it bleed
at least it proves there’s something left in me.
whoa-oh, we’re the rebels,
riders chasing our freedom.
we don’t wait for permission.
everybody scream
(ahhh.)
light it up tonight,
we’ll burn just to feel alive
we’re the rebels,
everybody scream revolution!
whoa-oh, we’re the rebels,
still alive and bleeding.
the last ones still believing.
everybody scream
everybody scream revolution!
everybody scream
(ahhh.)
Jack The Ripper
by delikately (KEI♱H ver.)
they talk about the symphony.
that slow, beautiful rise what a pathetic lie.
you wanna hear the real music?
it’s the sound of control breaking.
it’s the crash i waited for. every. single. time.
it's not the need for blood, it’s the need for proof
proof that i’m still here, still able to decide.
the silence they left me with it was too goddamn loud.
look, the newspapers got it wrong, they always do.
they always do.
it's never about the why.
it's about the i.
i am the scalpel in the asylum!
the only surgeon left alive!
i chase that surgical yellow light yeah, the fake dawn!
it’s my catharsis, my forgivable sin!
i refuse to give up on this emptiness!
no, it won’t fill up. it won’t fill up.
i’m so damn tired of the wanting, you know?
it’s a coil. a tight, ugly coil of nothing.
and every night the city is just… offering.
look at the holes you can fix.
look at the noise you can make.
i tried to fill it with work, tried to drown it in cheap whiskey
but it sticks. like the smell. under the nails.
it doesn't wash. it will not wash off.
and every time i swear it's the last time, i swear it.
but the cold is just so damn comforting.
goddamn comforting, yeah.
i’ll keep you guessing, you keep me breathing.
i am the scalpel in the asylum!
the only surgeon left alive!
i chase that surgical yellow light yeah, the fake dawn!
it’s my catharsis, my forgivable sin!
i refuse to give up on this emptiness!
no, it won’t fill up. it won’t fill up.
this is not a confession, don’t call it that.
it’s a treaty with my own worst impulse.
a beautiful, terrible, awful understanding.
the lie they sell you is control.
the truth is this beautiful, dramatic, self-inflicted wound.
yet it was ugly. i know, i know it was ugly.
but so is this whole damn life they built for us.
so why pretend?
i am the scalpel in the asylum!
the only surgeon left alive!
i chase that surgical yellow light yeah, the fake dawn!
it’s my catharsis, my forgivable sin!
i refuse to give up on this emptiness!
let it bleed. i’m the ghost you inherited.
i am resolute.
god help me, i am.
Dormir, Dormire!
by delikately (KEI♱H ver.)
twenty years.
two decades of dust on her lashes.
the silk turned yellow on the mattress.
they thought they were being kind, locking the light out
just a problem put away.
that’s all a curse is, right?
a family making sure no one looks too close.
her body just a cabinet for their secrets.
who saves the savior?
who breaks the chain?
her chest doesn’t rise,
doesn’t fall.
time doesn’t move here;
the clock lost its hands.
she cannot go.
(no more, no more)
the spell runs deep,
a kiss won’t save her,
a prince won’t dare.
(dormir, dormire)
she sleeps in despair.
he saw her from the saddle, through the gnarled, forgotten gate.
a cruel, compelling, still-life caught in the hands of fate.
a spindle kissed her, poisoned fate.
threads of crimson weave her state.
eyes shut
a world undone.
darkness whispered, “you’re the chosen one.”
who wakes the sleeper to feel her pain?
her chest doesn’t rise,
doesn’t fall.
time doesn’t move here;
the clock lost its hands.
she cannot go.
(no more, no more)
the spell runs deep,
a kiss won’t save her,
a prince won’t dare.
(dormir, dormire)
she sleeps in despair.
the roses bloom red,
but they drip with her pain.
a spindle kissed her, poisoned fate.
threads of crimson weave her state.
her chest doesn’t rise,
doesn’t fall.
time doesn’t move here;
the clock lost its hands.
she cannot go.
(no more, no more)
no break in the spell,
a kiss won’t save her,
a prince won’t dare.
(dormir, dormire)
she’s locked in this hell.
Bluebeard’s Charm
by delikately (KEI♱H ver.)
you were so beautiful, so easy to believe in.
i gave you everything the tapestries, the silver, the view from the fourth-floor window.
all of it a bribe for one simple thing: obedience.
i told you the limits. i drew the blood-red line.
the lock wasn't built to keep you out. it was there to keep me safe.
and now the handle is cold beneath your palm.
you opened the door to see the cost of your own curiosity. (and now the blood is on your fingers, too!)
this is the weight of the bluebeard’s charm!
you chose the cold, unforgivable truth
over the warm, reckless comfort.
why do you search for the shame i try to bury?
(ghost of the past i can't outrun!)
i let you walk free, but you chose the dark hall!
you brought the noise back in
and now you pay the price!
i swear, i thought i was strong enough this time.
to simply wait for you to be better than all the others.
but you're all the same, aren't you? weak to the whisper.
that ugly, cheap thrill of knowing what you shouldn't.
i locked it up so i wouldn't have to look at it anymore!
i always knew you’d look. i knew it. (that’s the cruel part.)
and i hate you for proving me right. (i hate you for making me right.)
this is the weight of the bluebeard’s charm!
you chose the cold, unforgivable truth
over the warm, reckless comfort.
why do you search for the shame i try to bury?
(ghost of the past i can't outrun!)
i let you walk free, but you chose the dark hall!
you should have waited! (you should have just stayed!)
it’s not the disobedience that cuts. (it’s the want.)
the desperate need for the thing that isn't yours.
and i see myself in that greed. (that's the part that hurts.)
that we are the same kind of awful.
i give you the means to destroy me.
(why do you use it?)
this is the weight of the bluebeard’s charm!
you chase the chaos like some goddamn death-wish ferry!
(i gave you forever and you only wanted more!)
why do you search for the shame i try to bury?!
i wanted to be redeemed! (i wanted to be fixed by your light!)
but you chose the haunting
you chose the blackest night!
i give you the means to destroy me. why do you use it?
Dead Of Night
by delikately (KEI♱H ver.)
beneath the ruins of my quiet years,
every vow i made turned serpentine.
i feel it crawl beneath my skin
humiliation stings, and suddenly i’m on my feet again.
everyone loves a comeback story,
but no one stays for the part where you’re dead.
you can try to drag me under,
but i’ve learned how to breathe in thunder.
we’ll rise like a phoenix in the dead of night!
woah oh, woah oh, woah oh!
we’ve got a burning desire,
our hearts blaze like eternal fire!
this is our song, our song!
this is our fight, our fight!
we’ll rise like a phoenix in the dead of night!
the ashes stick like guilt to my skin,
you can’t wash off where you’ve been.
i was rendered weak by every rising
i just stand where i fell before.
out of that grave i wrote my psalm,
in chords of metal, blood, and calm.
you can’t break what’s already reborn
i’m the calm and the storm.
we’ll rise like a phoenix in the dead of night!
woah oh, woah oh, woah oh!
we’ve got a burning desire,
our hearts blaze like eternal fire!
this is our song, our song!
this is our fight, our fight!
we’ll rise like a phoenix in the dead of night!
ave inferna hail the flame i keep.
i’ve kissed the abyss, now it’s mine to weep.
break me, bend me, i’ll rise again
a symphony of ruin, stretched across time.
let’s go!
we’ll rise like a phoenix in the dead of night!
woah oh, woah oh, woah oh!
we’ve got a burning desire,
our hearts blaze like eternal fire!
this is our song, our song!
this is our fight, our fight!
we’ll rise like a phoenix in the dead of night!
let the ashes fall where they may,
we’re still alive, we’ll find our way.