System Of Down Lyrics Chop Suey Novels & Stories

A little sympathy, I hope you can show me If you're leavin', baby, let me down slowly Cold skin, drag my feet on the tile As I'm walking down the corridor And I know we haven't talked in a while So I'm looking for an open door Don't cut me down, throw me out, leave me here to waste I once was a man with dignity and grace Now I'm slippin' through the cracks of your cold embrace So please, please Could you find a way to let me down slowly? A little sympathy, I hope you can show me If you wanna go then I'll be so lonely If you're leavin', baby, let me down slowly Let me down, down, let me down, down, let me down If you wanna go then I'll be so lonely If you're leavin', baby, let me down slowly

The tension crackled like electricity between them, distant machinery humming somewhere deeper in the building. A seer emerged from behind him, the sound of an unsheathing blade screeching filling the empty silence. “That’s not necessary,” Hound instructed, “don’t dirty my living space, let’s take this downstairs.” His voice was measured, revealing neither impatience nor mercy, as though he were simply instructing guests to another part of his home.

I'm falling In all the good times, I find myself longing for change And in the bad times, I fear myself I'm off the deep end, watch as I dive in I'll never meet the ground Crash through the surface, where they can't hurt us We're far from the shallow now In the sha-ha, sha-ha-llow In the sha-ha-sha-la-la-la-llow In the sha-ha, sha-ha-llow We're far from the shallow now With each word he sang, one could feel the passion with which he was singing. Like he was singing for his woman.

Can't keep my hands to myself My hands to myself Can't keep my hands to myself My hands to myself The doctors say you're no good But people say what they wanna say And you should know if I could I'd breathe you in every single day Oh, cause all of the downs and the uppers Keep making love to each other And I'm trying, trying, I'm trying, trying All of the downs and the uppers Keep making love to each other And I'm trying, trying, I'm trying But I...

I want to get louder I got to get louder We 'bout to go up baby, up we go We 'bout to go up baby, up we go As a music get fast Siddharth took my hand and spin me around. My is loosened now due to many spinning. We're blowing speakers Our heart a little clearer We 'bout to go up baby, up we go We 'bout to go up baby, up we go

Darkness loomed over the city as the sunset on the horizon. In mid-Spring, a Slight drizzle made Suho and Kwanghee retreat in the car, watching for Dr. Song to come back. Kwanghee put on some music from the radio. And the voice of Steven Tyler racking the airwaves, singing in a high-pitch tone to the pop song, “I don’t wanna miss a thing.” He couldn’t help but sing to his heart’s content, trying to distract Suho, who was twitching in his seat.

"It's almost like the hard times circle 'round" "A couple drops and they all start coming down" "Yeah, I might feel defeated and I might hang my head" "I might be barely breathing but I'm not dead, no" A tear escaped my eye. I managed to stay still until I finish the third chorus. "I'm not gonna let it get me down" "I'm not gonna cry" "And I'm not gonna lose any sleep tonight" "'Cause, tomorrow's another day" "And I'm thirsty anyway" "So bring on the rain"

‘You don’t have to stay here with me, I will be ok’ she said, as her eyes fluttered close. ‘Baby, I’m not going to leave. Go to sleep, I'll be right here’ I kissed her temple softly and put the covers over her. I found my headphones and watched an episode of her show on my phone. I chose a recent one of her making wonton soup. The mood was sombre, she was listening to System of a Down’s Loneliest day as she methodically lined up the pastry, then filled each one with pork and spices and wrapped them one by one. It was monotonous work but I was entranced by the choice of music. I searched her face trying to pinpoint the emotion I was seeing. The song changed to Nutshell by Alice in Chain and I

I held her tracksuit close to me and started crying again. **Could you find a way to let me down slowly? A little sympathy, I hope you can show me If you wanna go, then I'll be so lonely If you're leavin', baby, let me down slowly Let me down, down, let me down, down, let me down Let me down, down, let me down, down, let me down If you wanna go, then I'll be so lonely If you're leavin', baby, let me down slowly** *

"Shut it. It's early nineties." Gunner popped the CD in and turned up the volume, obviously confident in Khyle's musical tastes. In a few seconds, the opening notes of Somewhere Down a Crazy River by Robbie Robertson began to ooze through the speakers, the twelve-inch subwoofer in the trunk bathing them in the song's deep smooth bass. Khyle flinched. Shit. That one didn't say mixed. It said mixed-X. It was a compilation of songs he found, well, kind of hot, maybe even romantic, if he really had to pick a word for it. It was the last thing he wanted to listen to with Gunner.