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    Last edited by Animal; 04-22-2020, 06:16 PM.

    #2
    Sx 9: "Nothing without You"




    Reeve Carney is an Sx 9 singer/songwriter, with his band behind him.
    Lyrics:

    Who I was before is meaningless
    Yeah, I killed him good, there's nothing left
    I'm nothing without you

    I'm tired of living a lie
    Pretending that I deserve your call
    Sometimes I'm truly surprised
    You've kept me alive this long

    I will be your love
    Holding you close to my heart and forever
    I will endeavor to show
    That I will be your love

    And I won't let go
    Now that I know you well
    I've tried to make it alone
    But I can't atone for this spell

    I will be your love
    Holding you close to my heart and forever
    I will endeavor to show
    I'm nothing without you

    I will be your love
    Holding you close to my heart and forever
    I will endeavor to show
    I'm nothing without you

    This is an older performance. You can see the surrender in his body language.



    Naranjo calls this type "Nobody," but it is more "Nothing/Nobody without you." ( Credit to Arya - an Sx 9 - for that insight.) Reeve is singing this song to God, but it can also be applied to a lover. He clearly isn't "nobody" - he has a beautiful personality, interests of his own. But in so many videos of him with a girlfriend, he is clinging as if he is "nothing" without them. It's in his body language.



    For whatever it's worth, he was soft-typed as NeTi on cognitivetype.com.

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      #3
      Enneagram 3: "Beautiful Lie."



      Jared Leto, lead singer of the band Thirty Seconds to Mars. Credit for songwriting goes to the band - because that's the kind of guy Jared is - but it's no secret that he is writing a lot.

      I believe him to be Sp/Sx 3w4, but this song captures "3" at its very essence, so no other subtype is credited.

      CognitiveType has him as TiSe.

      It's not just the lyrics, but also the empty landscape. And the band wanted to draw attention to Climate Change and to make the point that the ice caps were beautiful but they were melting away. And that it's a "lie" because the ice underneath is not solid. So he wanted to show that "look, there are ice caps" doesn't mean global warming isn't real.

      Nonetheless, I can't help but wonder if he was also talking about himself. I have other songs in mind to show this, but I'll leave it at this song for now.

      "A Beautiful Lie"

      Lie awake in bed at night
      And think about your life
      Do you want to be different?
      Try to let go of the truth
      The battles of your youth
      'Cause this is just a game

      It's a beautiful lie
      It's a perfect denial
      Such a beautiful lie to believe in
      So beautiful, beautiful lie makes me

      It's time to forget about the past
      To wash away what happened last
      Hide behind an empty face
      Don't ask too much, just say
      'Cause this is just a game

      It's a beautiful lie
      It's a perfect denial
      Such a beautiful lie to believe in
      So beautiful, beautiful lie makes me

      Beautiful

      Everyone's looking at me
      I'm running 'round in circles, baby
      A quiet desperation's building higher
      I've got to remember this is just a game

      So beautiful, beautiful
      It's a beautiful lie
      So beautiful, beautiful
      It's a beautiful lie
      So beautiful, beautiful
      It's a beautiful lie
      So beautiful, beautiful

      It's a beautiful lie
      It's a perfect denial
      Such a beautiful lie to believe in
      So beautiful, beautiful lie makes me

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        #4
        Sx/So 6

        "Judas"

        Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa
        I'm in love with Juda-as, Juda-as
        Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa
        I'm in love with Juda-as, Juda-as

        Judas, Juda-ah-ah
        Judas, Juda-ah-ah
        Judas, Juda-ah-ah
        Judas, Gaga
        Judas, Juda-ah-ah
        Judas, Juda-ah-ah
        Judas, Juda-ah-ah
        Judas, Gaga

        When he calls to me, I am ready
        I'll wash his feet with my hair if he needs
        Forgive him when his tongue lies through his brain
        Even after three times he betrays me

        (Ah-ah, ah-ah-ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah-ah-ah)
        I'll bring him down
        Bring him down, down
        (Ah-ah, ah-ah-ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah-ah-ah)
        A king with no crown
        King with no crown

        I'm just a Holy Fool, oh baby
        It's so cruel, but I'm still in love with Judas, baby
        I'm just a Holy Fool, oh baby
        It's so cruel, but I'm still in love with Judas, baby
        Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa
        I'm in love with Juda-as, Juda-as
        Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa
        I'm in love with Juda-as, Juda-as

        Judas, Juda-ah-ah
        Judas, Juda-ah-ah
        Judas, Juda-ah-ah
        Judas, Gaga

        I couldn't love a man so purely
        Even prophets forgave his crooked ways
        I've learned love is like a brick
        You can build a house or sink a dead body

        (Ah-ah, ah-ah-ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah-ah-ah)
        I'll bring him down
        Bring him down, down
        (Ah-ah, ah-ah-ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah-ah-ah)
        A king with no crown
        King with no crown

        I'm just a Holy Fool, oh baby
        It's so cruel, but I'm still in love with Judas, baby
        I'm just a Holy Fool, oh baby
        It's so cruel, but I'm still in love with Judas, baby
        Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa
        I'm in love with Juda-as, Juda-as
        Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa
        I'm in love with Juda-as, Juda-as

        Ew...
        In the most Biblical sense, I am beyond repentance
        Fame hooker, prostitute, wench vomits her mind
        But in the cultural sense, I just speak in future tense
        Judas, kiss me, if offensed, or wear ear condom next time

        I wanna love you
        But something's pulling me away from you
        Jesus is my virtue and
        Judas is the demon I cling to
        I cling to

        I'm just a Holy Fool, oh baby
        It's so cruel, but I'm still in love with Judas, baby
        I'm just a Holy Fool, oh baby
        It's so cruel, but I'm still in love with Judas, baby
        Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa
        I'm in love with Juda-as, Juda-as
        Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa
        I'm in love with Juda-as, Juda-as

        Judas, Juda-ah-ah
        Judas, Juda-ah-ah
        Judas, Juda-ah-ah
        Judas, Gaga

        Lady Gaga! 6w7 Sx/So, 639. This song may be specific to Sx/So, in a sense - because she is channeling archetypes of biblical figures. This is cerebral head approach to goddess-god and high archetypes. She is no Sp "feet in the dirt" person. She's way up there, timeless and boundless.

        Judas is a 6ish theme because he 'goes against' Jesus, betrays him. And Ms. Skeptic over here is always taken with the rebel, the betrayer, the 'bad guy' - even though she "shouldn't be." After all, he is a reflection of herself.

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          #5
          Lzzy Hale, an 8 lead singer/songwriter, with her band Halestorm. No other subtype or tritype is necessary to understand this song at essence. This is how 8s live. Nothing lasts forever - it's now or never.



          "Apocalyptic"

          I wear my nine-inch heels when we go to bed
          I paint the color of my lips blood red
          I get so animal like never before
          So you press play and I hit record

          'Cause we're dysfunctional physical
          Always slamming doors
          You're a bitch, throwing fits
          Always waging wars
          Me and you,
          Sad but true
          We're not us anymore
          But there's still one thing we're good for

          I'll give you one last night
          So make it twisted
          Give you one last shot, go on and hit it
          Give you one last time to make me miss it
          Baby, love me apocalyptic
          Come on!

          Give me a red hand print right across my ass
          I'm leaving scratches up and down your back
          Throw me against the wall, bite me on my neck
          Like end of the world, break-up sex

          'Cause we're dysfunctional physical
          Always slamming doors
          You're a bitch, throwing fits
          Always waging wars
          Me and you,
          Sad but true
          We're not us anymore
          But there's still one thing we're good for

          I'll give you one last night
          So make it twisted
          Give you one last shot,
          Go on and hit it
          Give you one last time
          To make me miss it
          Baby, love me apocalyptic

          I'll give you one last night
          So make it twisted
          Give you one last shot,
          Go on and hit it
          Give you one last time
          To make me miss it
          Baby, love me apocalyptic

          Oh
          'Cause no one does it better
          No one knows me better
          Oh
          'Cause nothing lasts forever
          Nothing lasts forever
          It's now or never

          [2x]
          I'll give you one last night
          So make it twisted
          Give you one last shot,
          Go on and hit it
          Give you one last time
          To make me miss it
          Baby, love me apocalyptic
          Come on

          Baby, love me apocalyptic
          Come on
          Baby, love me apocalyptic

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            #6
            Trent Reznor, Sp/Sx 5. Although, this song does not require instincts. This is "5" period. A five trying not to slip into the void. If you don't get what I mean, ask your local 5. They will tell you that if you don't already get this, you aren't meant to. Consider yourself lucky.


            "The Becoming"




            Here's this badass all muscled up, singing the same song. Just for fun.

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              #7
              Sx 2.

              Maria Brink - Sx/So 278. Much like in the case of Lady Gaga, she is embodying timeless and boundless archetypes. She has the apple, like Eden. She tempts you, disgusts you, takes control of you- owns you. She is "Whore."




              "Whore"

              I'm the girl you're thinking about
              The one thing you can't live without
              I'm the girl you've been waiting for
              I'll have you down on your knees
              I'll have you begging for more

              You probably thought I wouldn't get this far
              You thought I'd end up in the back of a car
              You probably thought that I'd never escape
              I'd be a rat in a cage,
              I'd be a slave to this place

              You don't know how hard I fought to survive,
              Waking up alone when I was left to die
              And you don't know about this life I've lived,
              All these roads I've walked
              All these tears I've bled

              So how can this be?
              You're praying to me
              There's a look in your eyes,
              I know just what that means
              I can be, I can be your everything

              I can be your whore!
              I am the dirt you created
              I am your sinner
              I am your whore
              But let me tell you something baby
              You love me for everything you hate me for

              I'm the one that you need and fear
              Now that you're hooked, it's all becoming clear
              That all your judgments that you placed on me
              Was a reflection of discovery

              So maybe next time when you cast your stones
              From the shadows of the dark unknown
              You will crawl up from your hiding place
              And take a look in the mirror
              See the truth in your face

              So how can this be?
              You're praying to me
              There's a look in your eyes,
              I know just what that means
              I can be, I can be your everything

              I can be your whore!
              I am the dirt you created
              I am your sinner
              I am your whore
              But let me tell you something baby
              You love me for everything you hate me for

              I am the dirt you created
              I am your sinner
              I am your whore
              But let me tell you something baby
              You love me, you want me, you need me!

              I can be your whore!
              I am the dirt you created
              I am your sinner
              I am your whore
              But let me tell you something baby
              You love me for everything you hate me for

              I can be your whore!
              I can be your whore!
              I can be your whore!
              But let me tell you something baby
              You love me for everything you hate me for

              You love me for everything you hate me for


              When she isn't "whore," shes sweet and giggly.



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                #8
                I have some sassy, cool, cutesy modern 1s in mind. But this song takes the cake for me and I can't .. not.. post it. So here goes. This song demonstrates an archetypally 1ish character committing suicide because either action he takes will be wrong. There is no way for him to be right at this point. Therefore, the only option is death.

                I don't want to make it seem like 1s are all old, stuck up, Sx last police officers. But this .. it's just too beautifully 1ish.
                It also feels right to me, to use epic theater songs for 1, 4, and 7 - the idealistic triad.

                What this song does show, is that 1s have tremendous passion. The anger, the righteousness, is palatable. And they are not a fan of moral ambiguity in themselves.


                "Javert's Suicide"


                Who is this man?
                What sort of devil is he
                To have me caught in a trap
                And choose to let me go free?
                It was his hour at last
                To put a seal on my fate
                Wipe out the past
                And wash me clean off the slate!
                All it would take
                Was a flick of his knife
                Vengeance was his
                And he gave me back my life!

                Damned if I'll live in the debt of a thief!
                Damned if I'll yield at the end of the chase
                I am the Law and the Law is not mocked
                I'll spit his pity right back in his face
                There is nothing on earth that we share
                It is either Valjean or Javert!

                How I can now allow this man
                To hold dominion over me
                This desperate man whom I have hunted
                He gave me my life
                He gave me freedom
                I should have perished by his hands
                It was his right
                It was my right to die as well
                Instead I live
                But I live in hell

                And my thoughts fly apart
                Can this man be believed?
                Shall his sins be forgiven?
                Shall his crimes be reprieved?

                And must I now begin to doubt
                Who never doubted all these years?
                My heart is stone and still it trembles
                The world I have known is lost in shadow
                Is he from heaven or from hell?
                And does he know
                That granting me my life today
                This man has killed me even so?

                I am reaching, but I fall
                And the stars are black and cold
                As I stare into the void
                Of a world that cannot hold
                I'll escape now from that world
                From the world of Jean Valjean
                There is nowhere I can turn
                There is no way to go on!

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                  #9
                  "Music of the Night" from Phantom of the Opera. Enneagram 4.

                  There is always an ongoing debate about whether the Phantom is a 4 or a 5. His face was ugly, so he was rejected by society, but he became an expert at music. He lived in a dark underworld beneath the theater, where he wrote haunting music. There he fell in love with a young, beautiful singer Christine, and enticed her, singing to her through the walls, her "Angel of Music." Enticing her with his expertise and the romance of his music. Could this be a dark miserable 5? Sure. But then... he continues to wallow in shame about his face, his physical appearance. He wallows in his own misery and shame, feeling inferior and envious as Christine uses the voice -- which he helped to blossom - in order to entice a beautiful man "in the upper world." Phantom became sick with envy and anger, and started killing people in the opera house. He captured Christine and took her to his underworld, but still could not look her in the eye. She told him it's not his face, but his soul, that is unlovable. Dying of shame, he let her go.

                  I say 4 wins out. Shame, envy. Sx 4. This song was also my childhood "shame" - I related to it too much. I was the ugly duckling who was amazing at music. The boys loved my voice but not my appearance. I carried that shame with me for the rest of my life and used it to ruin my relationships. How clever of me. Yeah, this is definitely four. Lose yourself in ecstasy, but don't look at my face.

                  Night time sharpens, heightens each sensation
                  Darkness stirs and wakes imagination
                  Silently the senses abandon their defenses
                  Helpless to resist the notes I write
                  For I compose the music of the night

                  Slowly, gently night unfurls its splendor
                  Grasp it, sense it tremulous and tender
                  Turn your face away from the garish light of day
                  Turn your thoughts away from cold, unfeeling light
                  And listen to the music of the night

                  Close your eyes and surrender to your darkest dreams
                  Purge your thoughts of the life you knew before
                  Close your eyes, let your spirit start to soar
                  And you'll live as you've never lived before

                  Softly, deftly music shall caress you
                  Hear it, feel it secretly possess you
                  Open up your mind, let your fantasies unwind
                  In this darkness that you know you cannot fight
                  The darkness of the music of the night

                  Let your mind start a journey through a strange new world
                  Leave all thoughts of the life you knew before
                  Let your soul take you where you long to be
                  Only then can you belong to me

                  Floating, falling sweet intoxication
                  Touch me, trust me, savor each sensation
                  Let the dream begin, let your darker side give in
                  To the power of the music that I write
                  The power of the music of the night

                  You alone can make my song take flight
                  Help me make the music of the night


                  As a fun side note, we found a modern four with a similar outfit. Although the singer above is not a four (probably a 3, by my estimation) - he sings the song how it is meant to be sung, with intense longing. This real four embodies that sentiment. Fours hold out each long, tender note, creating subnotes. The vibrato itself carries 5 different emotions which pan out over the span of time that it lasts, and you still want more. It's subtle, not overdone or forced. The four can't help it. The emotions carry them.

                  By my estimation, Orville Peck is a 4w3 7w6 9w1, So/Sx - or something like that.




                  And I'm sure no one forgot about my male alter ego who hides beneath his cowboy hat, either...



                  This is shame, longing to be something else. Behind a mask, you can evoke and people will fill it in with their imagination. You can be anything. Most importantly, the personal becomes universal.

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                    #10
                    And last but not least, the epic theater-rock-classic fiasco, the Gods of all Gods, the Legends of all Legends. Freddie fucking Mercury.

                    MERCURY. Let that sink in.

                    QUEEN. Give it to me. I WANT IT ALL. Enneagram 7. Sx/So.

                    "I Want It All"

                    Adventure seeker on an empty street,
                    Just an alley creeper, light on his feet
                    A young fighter screaming, with no time for doubt
                    With the pain and anger can't see a way out,
                    It ain't much I'm asking, I heard him say,
                    Gotta find me a future move out of my way,
                    I want it all, I want it all, I want it all, and I want it now,
                    I want it all, I want it all, I want it all, and I want it now,

                    Listen all you people, come gather round
                    I gotta get me a game plan, gotta shake you to the ground
                    Just give me what I know is mine,
                    People do you hear me, just give me the sign,
                    It ain't much I'm asking, if you want the truth
                    Here's to the future for the dreams of youth,
                    I want it all, I want it all, I want it all, and I want it now,
                    I want it all, I want it all, I want it all, and I want it now,

                    I'm a man with a one track mind,
                    So much to do in one life time (people do you hear me)
                    Not a man for compromise and where's and why's and living lies
                    So I'm living it all, yes I'm living it all,
                    And I'm giving it all, and I'm giving it all,
                    It ain't much I'm asking, if you want the truth,
                    Here's to the future, hear the cry of youth,
                    I want it all, I want it all, I want it all, and I want it now,
                    I want it all, I want it all, I want it all, and I want it now,
                    [etc.]

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                      #11
                      Type six:



                      I push my fingers into my eyes.
                      It's the only thing that slowly stops the ache.
                      But it's made of all the things I have to take.
                      Jesus, it never ends, it works its way inside.
                      If the pain goes on... ah!

                      I have screamed until my veins collapsed
                      I've waited as my time's elapsed
                      Now all I do is live with so much fate
                      I've wished for this, I've bitched at that
                      I've left behind this little fact:
                      You cannot kill what you did not create

                      I've gotta say what I've gotta say
                      And then I swear I'll go away
                      But I can't promise you'll enjoy the noise
                      I guess I'll save the best for last
                      My future seems like one big past
                      You're left with me 'cause you left me no choice

                      I push my fingers into my eyes
                      It's the only thing that slowly stops the ache
                      If the pain goes on,
                      I'm not gonna make it!

                      Put me back together
                      Or separate the skin from bone
                      Leave me all the pieces
                      Then you can leave me alone
                      Tell me the reality is better than the dream
                      But I found out the hard way,
                      Nothing is what it seems!

                      I push my fingers into my eyes
                      It's the only thing that slowly stops the ache
                      But it's made of all the things I have to take
                      Jesus, it never ends, it works its way inside
                      If the pain goes on,
                      I'm not gonna make it!

                      All I've got... all I've got is insane. [6x]

                      I push my fingers into my eyes
                      It's the only thing that slowly stops the ache
                      But it's made of all the things I have to take
                      Jesus, it never ends, it works its way inside
                      If the pain goes on,
                      I'm not gonna make it!

                      All I've got... all I've got is insane. [4x]

                      "Now all I do is live with so much fate
                      I've wished for this, I've bitched at that
                      I've left behind this little fact:
                      You cannot kill what you did not create"

                      Type six underdog ^ Sense of powerlessness.

                      Also just very sixish. I don't know if it needs more explanation:

                      Put me back together
                      Or separate the skin from bone
                      Leave me all the pieces
                      Then you can leave me alone
                      Tell me the reality is better than the dream
                      But I found out the hard way,
                      Nothing is what it seems!
                      The day is done, and the darkness

                      Falls from the wings of Night,

                      As a feather is wafted downward

                      From an eagle in his flight.


                      I see the lights of the village

                      Gleam through the rain and the mist,

                      And a feeling of sadness comes o'er me

                      That my soul cannot resist:


                      A feeling of sadness and longing,

                      That is not akin to pain,

                      And resembles sorrow only

                      As the mist resembles the rain.

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                        #12
                        Lol, Judas... himself is a Social 6 isn't he? (Or is that too on the nose)

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                          #13
                          Animal
                          Social 9 "The Song Inside Us All"



                          "This Is The Time (Ballast)"

                          When did we become these sinking stones?
                          When did we build this broken home?
                          Holding each other like ransom notes
                          Dropping our hearts to grip our brother's throats

                          You can't see because you don't know
                          You're caught below, beneath your own shadow
                          Stuck inside, half alive
                          Do you ever stop to ask yourself why?
                          Close your mind, identify
                          Do you feel, do you feel?
                          Do you call this a life?
                          All you waited for
                          Drowning just to keep score

                          We always start with good intentions
                          But lose ourselves along the way

                          This is the time that we let it go
                          These are the words that will take us home
                          Singing the song that's inside us all
                          If we don't open our eyes we're walking blind

                          Anchored in anger, we exile ourselves
                          Bitter blood builds our prison cell
                          Darker water now fills our lungs
                          The depths of our heart have blacked the sun

                          You can't see because you don't know
                          You're caught below, beneath your own shadow
                          Stuck inside, half alive
                          Do you ever stop to ask yourself why?
                          Close your mind, identify
                          Do you feel, do you feel?
                          Do you call this a life?
                          All you waited for
                          Drowning just to keep score

                          We always start with good intentions
                          But lose ourselves along the way

                          This is the time that we let it go
                          These are the words that will take us home
                          Singing the song that's inside us all
                          If we don't open our eyes we're walking blind

                          Naked we come, naked we leave
                          Fools we are, to hold tightly
                          We are free, we are free
                          We are the jail, we are the key [2x]

                          This is the time that we let it go
                          Yeah, these are the words that will take us home
                          Singing the song that's inside us all
                          If we just open our eyes

                          This is the time that we let it go
                          This is the pain we are forced to know
                          Singing the song that's inside, inside us all, inside us all

                          Walking blind
                          The day is done, and the darkness

                          Falls from the wings of Night,

                          As a feather is wafted downward

                          From an eagle in his flight.


                          I see the lights of the village

                          Gleam through the rain and the mist,

                          And a feeling of sadness comes o'er me

                          That my soul cannot resist:


                          A feeling of sadness and longing,

                          That is not akin to pain,

                          And resembles sorrow only

                          As the mist resembles the rain.

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                            #14
                            SP 9 "Rage against the machine"



                            "Feed The Machine"

                            Turn around, they might be watching
                            And you never disappoint them
                            Hide your innocence before they see right through
                            You mustn't disappoint them

                            You need the danger just to feel your heart beat
                            You need to die just to find your identity
                            You need the knife just to know that you can bleed
                            You need the pain now just to feel anything

                            We fall in line
                            We live the lie
                            Give up, give up and feed the machine
                            It grows inside
                            Nowhere to hide
                            Give up, give up and feed the machine
                            Give up, give up and feed the machine

                            They pull you faster, the cadence calling
                            And you never fall behind
                            So choose a face your only calling out
                            You mustn't fall behind

                            You need another death just to have a life to save
                            You need a master just so you can beg
                            You need a light just because you're so afraid
                            Now bow down and learn to be a good slave

                            We fall in line
                            We live the lie
                            Give up, give up and feed the machine
                            It grows inside
                            Nowhere to hide
                            Give up, give up and feed the machine
                            Give up, give up and feed the machine

                            Go back to sleep
                            Go back to sleep

                            Wake up
                            Wake up
                            Wake up
                            Wake up

                            We fall in line
                            We live the lie
                            Give up, give up and feed the machine
                            It grows inside
                            Nowhere to hide
                            Wake up, wake up and kill the machine

                            Wake up, wake up and kill the machine
                            Wake up, wake up and kill the machine



                            "I Will Not Bow"

                            Fall

                            Now the dark begins to rise
                            Save your breath, it's far from over
                            Leave the lost and dead behind
                            Now's your chance to run for cover

                            I don't want to change the world
                            I just wanna leave it colder
                            Light the fuse and burn it up
                            Take the path that leads to nowhere

                            All is lost again
                            But I'm not giving in

                            I will not bow
                            I will not break
                            I will shut the world away
                            I will not fall
                            I will not fade
                            I will take your breath away

                            Fall

                            Watch the end through dying eyes
                            Now the dark is taking over
                            Show me where forever dies
                            Take the fall and run to Heaven

                            All is lost again
                            But I'm not giving in

                            I will not bow
                            I will not break
                            I will shut the world away
                            I will not fall
                            I will not fade
                            I will take your breath away

                            And I'll survive, paranoid
                            I have lost the will to change
                            And I am not proud, cold-blooded fake
                            I will shut the world away

                            Open your eyes!

                            I will not bow
                            I will not break
                            I will shut the world away
                            I will not fall
                            I will not fade
                            I will take your breath away

                            And I'll survive; paranoid
                            I have lost the will to change
                            And I am not proud, cold-blooded fake
                            I will shut the world away

                            Fall!
                            The day is done, and the darkness

                            Falls from the wings of Night,

                            As a feather is wafted downward

                            From an eagle in his flight.


                            I see the lights of the village

                            Gleam through the rain and the mist,

                            And a feeling of sadness comes o'er me

                            That my soul cannot resist:


                            A feeling of sadness and longing,

                            That is not akin to pain,

                            And resembles sorrow only

                            As the mist resembles the rain.

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