COMMANDER WUERTZ: playlist

[maskedbreathing]

.survivalism.
nine inch nails

hypnotic sound of sirens
echoing down the street
the cocking of the rifles
the marching of the feet

in a place where most people are trying to kill him, it’s very important that he keeps his eyes and ears out, and makes a plan that’s mostly, if not only, dependent on him.

.uprising.
muse

interchanging mind-control
come let the revolution take its toll
if you could flick a switch and open your third eye
you'd see that we should never be afraid to die

if there’s anything more infuriating than knowing you’re not in control of anything that goes on in your life on the sociopolitical or economic level, he’s yet to find it. then again, he's also made it his call in life to get rid of that control.

.give it all.
rise against

today i offer all myself to this
i'm living for my dying wish
i give it all
now there's a reason
there's a reason
to give it all

considering it seems like all he does is give things up for being free of control and corruption, there’s no reason for him not to throw everything into it.

.i will not bow.
breaking benjamin

and i'll survive, paranoid
i have lost the will to change
and i'm not proud
cold-blooded fake
i will shut the world away

these days it’s feels like he simply doesn’t have time to look to the future to see how things could get better. he’s too busy looking behind to make sure he doesn’t get stabbed.

.sacred lie.
disturbed

don't you know the war is far from over now
what a stumbling block we've fallen over now
as our brothers die defending no one
the war is far from over now

what’s important now is seeing past the bullshit they throw at him, and knowing that this fight isn’t over till they can’t spew it at anyone else.

.only.
nine inch nails

i'm becoming less defined as days go by
fading away
and well you might say
i’m losing focus
kinda drifting into the abstract
in terms of how I see myself

the funny thing is, he wears that mask so goddamn much now, he’s pretty sure he spends more time as his alter ego than his real self. it makes him wonder what his real self has left.

.broadway.
goo goo dolls

you choke down all your anger
forget your only son
you pray to statues when you sober up for fun
your anger don't impress me
the world slapped in your face
it always rains like hell on the loser’s day parade

he’s always reminded of his father when he thinks about himself, and always wonders who was more pathetic: his dad, who drowned under that corruption, or him, who spends all his time getting kicked around by the forces who control it.

.vindicated.
dashboard confessional

hope
dangles on a string
like slow spinning redemption
winding in
and winding out
the shine of it has caught my eye

but he just can’t stop thinking that one day, hopefully soon, people will realize what’s going on. and not only that, they’ll understand what he’s been doing all this time and, behind him, make things right.

.bloodshot.
jack’s mannequin

sits in his basement from midnight 'til four
painting pictures that nobody sees from his days in the war
the canvas is painted bright red, red

he heats up the shower, he paces the hall
he'll scrub for an hour or more but he won't get it all
the paint in his fingernail beds

and no one knows what he sees, what he’s heard, what he knows. they think he’s crazy, but the truth is, you can’t forget the shit he knows. maybe he would, if it was possible. it stays with him.

.tomorrow.
sr-71

i'm not afraid of tomorrow
i'm only scared of myself
feels like my insides are on fire
and I'm looking through the eyes of someone else

in the end, he has to keep going. he has to hope he doesn’t become like them. he has to hope what he’s doing will make a difference, and things will make sense... eventually.

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