Actually i have one other song that seems to be the theme song last few days while dealing with some bullshit. Out of all the songs used as an escape or release, this one seems to sum things up quite nicely past few days, especially the first verse.

Linkin Park - Place for my Head

I watch how the moon
Sits in the sky on a dark night
Shining with the light from the sun
But the sun doesn't give light to the moon
Assuming the moon's gonna owe it one
It makes me think of how you act to me
You do favors then rapidly
You just turn around and start asking me
About things that you want back from me
I'm sick of the tension
Sick of the hunger
Sick of you acting like I owe you this
Find another place to feed your greed
While I find a place to rest
I'm sick of the tension
Sick of the hunger
Sick of you acting like I owe you this
Find another place to feed your greed
While I find a place to rest.

I wanna be in another place
I hate when you say you don't understand
You'll see it's not meant to be
I wanna be in the energy
Not with the enemy
A place for my head
I wanna be in another place
I hate when you say you don't understand
You'll see it's not meant to be
I wanna be in the energy
Not with the enemy
A place for my head

I wanna
I wanna
I wanna
I wanna

Two, Two, Three, Three, Yo, Yo, Yo
Keep me in the john to keep me calm
You and your mom keep on dram
Used to be a team, passed that baton
But you flopped that bomb when you dropped that bomb
Take it the john your babylon
Flush down with the sound that you carry on
I don't really give a damn
You pissed on my lawn
Took a dump like a punk
Now the battle's on
So sick of you stressing
Sick of you fessing
Sick of you acting like I owe you some
Find another place to feed your face
If you don't we gonna bump get it up get crunk
Sick of you stressing
Sick of you fessing
Sick of you acting like I owe you some
Find another place to feed your face
If you don't we gonna bump get it up get crunk

I wanna be in another place
I hate when you say you don't understand
You'll see it's not meant to be
I wanna be in the energy
Not with the enemy
A place for my head

I wanna be in another place
I hate when you say you don't understand
You'll see it's not meant to be
I wanna be in the energy
Not with the enemy
A place for my head

You try to take the best of me / go away

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B.Y.O.B. (Bring your own bombs)
by System Of A Down

Album : Mezmerize

Why do they always send the poor?
My God is of Bible blood with pointed ears
Victorious, victorious steel
Can your spending kneel?
Marching forward hypocritic
And hypnotic computers
You depend on our protection
Yet you feed us lies from the tablecloth
La la la la la la la la la la
Everybody is going to the party
Have a real good time
Dancing in the desert
Blowing up the sunshine
Kneeling roses
Disappearing into Moses' dry mouth
Breaking into Fort Knox
Stealing our intentions
Every city, gripped in oil
Crying freedom!
Handed to obsoletion
Still you feed us lies from the tablecloth
la la la la la la la la la la
Everybody is going to the party
Have a real good time
Dancing in the desert
Blowing up the sunshine
Everybody is going to the party
Have a real good time
Dancing in the desert
Blowing up the sunshine
Blast off, it's party time
And we all live in a fascist nation
Blast off, it's party time
And where the fuck are you?
Where the fuck are you?
Where the fuck are you?
Why don't presidents fight the war?
Why do they always send the poor?
Why don't presidents fight the war?
Why do they always send the poor?
Why do they always send the poor?
Why do they always send the poor?
Why do they always send the poor?
Kneeling roses
Disappearing into Moses' dry mouth
Breaking into Fort Knox
Stealing our intentions
Every city, gripped in oil
Crying freedom!
Handed to a obsoletion
Still you feed us lies from the tablecloth
la la la la la la la la la la
Everybody is going to the party
Have a real good time
Dancing in the desert
Blowing up the sunshine
Everybody is going to the party
Have a real good time
Dancing in the desert
Blowing up the sun
Where the fuck are you?
Where the fuck are you?
Why don't presidents fight the war?
Why do they always send the poor?
Why don't presidents fight the war?
Why do they always send the poor?
Why do they always send the poor?
Why do they always send the poor?
Why do they always send the poor?
Why do they always send the poor?
Why do they always send the poor?
They always send the poor!
They always send the poor!

this is a new crazy ass song that came out last week on CD i think

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**Life is a game,it's ment to be played**

RNG/NIN║RNG/NIN(Future Goal)║NIN/WAR(Future Goal)

In the Arms of Sleep
(probably smashing pumpkins most beautiful song, if not, it definetly rivals songs like: mayonaise, rhinocerus, and spaceboy)

Sleep will not come to this tired body now
Peace will not come to this lonely heart
There are some things I’ll live without
But I want you to know that I need you right now
I need you tonite

I steal a kiss from her sleeping shadow moves
’cause I’ll always miss her wherever she goes
And I’ll always need her more than she could ever need me
I need someone to ease my mind
But sometimes a someone is so hard to find

And I’ll do anything to keep her here tonite
And I’ll say anything to make her feel alright
And I’ll be anything to keep her here tonite
’cause I want you to stay, with me
I need you tonite

She comes to me like an angel out of time
As I play the part of saint on my knees
There are some things I’ll live without
But I want you know that I need you right now

Suffer my desire (2x)
Suffer my desire for you

I'm feeling generous so you get a two-for today
I think Tim Kasher writing both in Cursive, The Good Life,
or any other prject he's involved in really writes from the heart
and is in many ways, I feel, a voice for his generation:

The Martyr

And so it's begun
This is year one
The birth of a child in the form of a man
Wrapped in towel
Passed out on the floor
These drunken hours -- graces deflowered

Cast down by an angel
She used to kiss his weeping eyes
Depressed in her bosom
Tears roll off her nipple

Sweet baby, don't cry...
Your tears are only alibis
To prove you still feel --
You only feel sorry for yourself
Well, get on that cross
That's all you're good for...

And thusly it ends
Depression seeps in on a lonely messiah
Now he drinks with the lepers
Losing a limb, his better half
A glass once half full
A head hung half-mast
He claims he's the victim
Strangled by the nine-to-five
And a pattern of stillness
That haunted this still life

Your tears are only alibis
To prove you still feel
You only feel sorry for yourself
And that's how you thrive
Your sorrow's your goldmine
So write some sad song about me
Screaming your agonies, playing the saint

The Martyr...