Rotten In The Core Lyrics Novels & Stories

Cold and broken down It’s all I knew I let it corner me in And hide where my tracks lead Now I’m waking up And all I do Is getting lost in the past To find where I’d first hear [Pre-Chorus] That I was never gonna be somebody That I was never gonna feel light, come around And they rise again as I am told that I should see Chorus] Red now And to fear what lies ahead now But I know that I will Do everything for you again I will do everything for you again And I bet now You will see that I will burn what I don’t need here And I’ll know it’s alright, alright, alright

Fast-paced heavy metal-type chords thump my veins, the live sound of the music taking my breath away. My queue to come in is signaled by London who lets out a deep roar. Being a call-and-response song it was by far one of my favorites from Crash Course Rebellion and now I get to live it. I sing the melody, Jackie is in harmony and London's note is a growl. ~ "I can't fight it!" London and Jackie:"I can't fight it!" "There's a feeling deep inside when I look into the eyes of the monster!" "I see through it!" London and Jackie: "I see through the facade!"

I just felt pain and pain with every drink I took to numb me. “Girl! You are a mess.” Lina said, feeling pathetic for me in her own way. I moved my nails through my hair, wrecking my scalp to keep the pain away, but nothing actually mattered. “He wants an open marriage.” I laughed, but the reality was I was burning inside. Lina’s hand moved up and down my back. “He should be grateful you are married to a walking STD like him.” She groaned, rolling her eyes in pure disgust. I reached out for the bottle again, but she gripped it away before I could get it.

Renna's POV. The loud music from the speakers throbbed so hard it rattled my bones, my chest practically vibrated with every pulse of sound. I told myself I was going to enjoy this. I needed to enjoy this. But there I was, standing at the edge of our VIP table, nursing my third cocktail, still fighting the ghosts in my head. “Relax, Renna,” Gia shouted over the music, bumping her shoulder playfully against mine. “It’s your first night out in forever!”

I step into the live room, headphones on, mic adjusted to my height. The glass between us feels like old times and not. “Ready?” he asks through the talkback. “Always,” I say. “Liar,” he murmurs, but his eyes are soft. I start with something simple. A melody that’s been looping in my head since Palermo. A verse about disappearing. A chorus is about being seen too much and not at all. The words that follow are less kind. They’re about him. *You said you’d ruin me to save me,* I sing. *Signed my name without a sound…*

Instead, she was being hurried off to a meeting at a place that gave her the heebie-jeebies with a group of people she was pretty sure might be certifiably insane. “It’s okay,” Lyric shrugged. “I don’t mind just listening to the music. I just wanted to make sure you were all right.” One of Ru’s favorite songs, “Revelations” by Audioslave, was playing, and she hadn’t even noticed. “Yeah, I’m fine,” she replied, forcing a smile. “You know, listening to the lyrics of this song, it’s kinda fitting,” Lyric half laughed. “Especially the part about knowing what he’s dreaming and holding the keys and the rules. I guess I never thought about that before.”

--- The coast is a corpse. What was once a harbor town rots under a sky the color of gangrene, its docks splintered into jagged teeth gnawing at a sea thick as oil. Ships lie keeled over like carcasses, hulls barnacled with pulsating fungi that weep amber slime. The air reeks of salt and spoilage, a metallic tang that seeps into the storm festering in my chest. Eden limps beside me, his starburst scars now veined with black ichor, each step leaving faint trails of smoke in the damp air. The Thorned Choir's sigil burns on my palm, its thorn-and-static pattern writhing whenever the rot in me stirs. *"They're close,"* the storm murmurs, its voice a discordant duet-lightning's crackle and the Ro

he was madly in love with his wife, tears started to fall from her eyes and she sat in the ground I hurt myself today To see if I still feel I focus on the pain The only thing that's real The needle tears a hole The old familiar sting Try to kill it all away But I remember everything What have I become? My sweetest friend Everyone I know goes away In the end And you could have it all My empire of dirt I will let you down I will make you hurt I wear this crown of thorns Upon my liar's chair Full of broken thoughts I cannot repair Beneath the stains of time The feelings disappear You are someone else I'm still right here What have I become? My sweetest friend

Someone obliged me, and the words started to flash on the screen: “I don’t like your little games I don’t like your tilted stage The role you made me play Of the fool, no, I don’t like you,” I barely registered someone running up the stairs, but I kept singing: “But I got smarter I got harder in the nick of time Honey, I rose up from the dead I do it all the time,”

I can hear Felix’s voice drifting through the night as he sings out the lyrics as familiar as my own name: Just one second, A beautiful moment I’m falling fast, I can't forget Over and over, your story's rewritten Unbreakable chain, my déjà vu. Love through the darkness Mirrors on mirrors I’ve been waiting all this time Fire becomes ashes A new star is born In this starlight Say you’ll be mine. The eerie, muted words are a whisper in the dark, barely discernable. Where is it coming from? It can’t be my ringtone. Surely not.