1. Pick 15 of your favorite songs.
2. Go find a lyric from each song. (or in some cases, just remember them.)
3. Post them here for everyone to guess.
4. Strike it out when someone guesses correctly, and put who guessed it correctly and the name of the song.
5. NO GOOGLING/Wikiquote/search functions.



1. Oh no, here it is again
I need to know why did I choose to betray you
Something wrong with all the plans of my life
I didn't realize that you've been here

2. I've pretended and prayed it all away
searching for a place to hide
But I don't need afflicted memories to fade
I just want to feel something real inside

3. Somehow I know that we cant wake again from this dream,
it's not real, but it's ours.

4. But you cut too deep too often, now I'm hemmorhaging inside
Now it's too late to stitch up with a butterfly

5. I don't know why, a soul deceased, a broken hope, a choking breeze

6. You send me to a broken state, where i can take the pain
Just long enough, that I am numb, that I just disappear

7. I feel them getting closer
The howls are sending chills down my spine
Time is running out now
They're coming down the hills from behind

8. I'm tired of the games I'm playing with you
When you're not here
Death frees from the fear of dying
It's true, have no fear

9. The walls around me, eyes surround me, feed my fear again.
I must be freed or I will die before the harvest moon, my friend.
I do not have another year in me, you've gotta set me free.

10. I thought you were a good man, I thought you talked to god.
You Hippocratic, messianic, and child abusing-turned-satanic.

11. I am dead to you, a shadow doomed
My love, forever in the dark
And of all untruths the truest is you
Too close to my heart

12. Pale angel go away, come again some other day
The devil has my ear today, I'll never hear of what you say

13. Set as I am in my ways and my arrogance
Burden of proof tossed upon non-believers.
You were my witness, my eyes, my evidence,
Judith Marie, unconditional one.

14. All my efforts to clean me, leave me putrid and filthy
And how can you look at me when I can't stand myself?

15. Reaching, searching for something untouched
Hearing voices of the Never-Fading calling