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Blue October - Foiled for the Last Time - Drilled a Wire Through My Cheek
Foiled for the Last Time
Disc 1
01. You Make Me Smile
02. She's My Ride Home
03. Into the Ocean
04. What If We Could
05. Hate Me
06. Let It Go
07. Congratulations
08. Overweight
09. X Amount of Words
10. Drilled a Wire Through My Cheek
11. Sound of Pulling Heaven Down
12. Everlasting Friend
13. 18th Floor Balcony
14. Calling You
15. X Amount of Words (Paul Oakenfold remix)
16. X Amount of Words (Carmen Rizzo remix)
Disc 2
01. For My Mother
02. You Make Me Smile
03. Sound of Pulling Heaven Down
04. What If We Could
05. She's My Ride Home
06. Let It Go
07. Angel
08. Drilled a Wire Through My Cheek
09. Everlasting Friend
10. Into the Ocean
11. 18th Floor Balcony
12. Overweight
13. X Amount of Words
14. Hate Me
I try to stay on top of you
To hold your body down
Your shaking seems to hinder
Every grasp that I had found

Moving every inch around you
To defuse your private bomb
I stretch myself surrounding
And protecting you from harm

I use a wallet for your mouth
So when you bite you will not bleed
I drilled a wire through my cheek
And let it down and out my sleeve

And now you're pulling out the best of me
Yeah which never ever comes
This wires all that's left of me
And its hooked within my gums
Within my gums...

So drill it, so drill it
So hard
I feel it

So drill it, so drill it
So hard
I feel it

Its proof to show that I bleed for this
And I'd cut myself the shame
To get to know this masochist
Who has stolen my first name

Pretending he's a teacher
Holding all my weight at ease
Yet the teacher seems to split in two
Destroying both his knees

Now crawling I position myself
Below your broken wings
I lift your feathered left arm
Where you hide your heart from me

I never noticed it was swollen
With the touch of brutal pain
I never knew a heart could live inside
The rust from all your rain
All your rain...

So drill it, so drill it
So hard
I feel it

So drill it, so drill it
So hard
I feel it

I didn't think to bring a wash cloth
And rub away the dirt
Myself and I we share
This barely beating heart of hurt

And when the hurt comes there's an argument
A fight to save a smile
A small attack on human tears
To dry them for a while

A dream we all should count on
Yeah a vision I believe
Where confidence is found
Attached to wires on our sleeve

Where loneliness is history
Told to pack his shit and leave
Where guidance is a fortune
Told to help in time of need

And were crying isn't secret
It's the art of how we grieve
And lessons are the key
To every goal I will achieve
I will achieve

So drill it, so drill it
So hard
I feel it

So drill it, so drill it
So hard
I feel it

So drill it, so drill it
So hard

So drill it, so drill it
So hard
I feel it