Don't waste your touch, you won't feel anything. Orwere you sent to save me? I've thought too much, you won't find anything worthy of redeeming. Yo he esta-

do aqui muchas veces antes y regreso to break down andcease all feeling, burn now what once was breathing. Reach out and you may take my heart away.

Imperfect cry and scream in ecstasy but what befallsthe flawless? Look what I've built. It shines so beautifully! Now watch as it destroys me. Y regreso aquiotra vez y comienzo to break down and cease all feeling, burn now what once was breathing. Reach out and you

may take my heart away. I left it all behind and never said good-bye. I left it all to die. I saw its birth. Iwatched it grow. I felt it change me. I took the life. I ate it slow. Now it consumes me.

The Leaving Song Pt. II

I am exploring the inside. I find it desolate. I do implore these confines now as theypenetrate, "recreate me." I'm hovering throughout time. I crumble in these days. I crumble, I cannot

find reflection in these days. If you listen, listen close, beat-by-beat, you can hearwhen the heart stops. I saved the pieces when it broke ground them all to dust. I am destroyed by

the inside. I disassociate. I hope to destroy the outside. It will alleviate and elevate me. Like waterflowing into lungs, I'm flowing through these days. As morphine tears through deadened veins I'mnumbing in these days. I know what died that night. It can never be brought back to life once again, I

know. I know I died that night and I'll never be brought back to life. Once again, I know.If you listen, listen close, beat-by-beat, can hear when the heart stops. I saved

the pieces when it broke and ground them all to dust.

Nothing, from nowhere, I'm no one at all. Radiate.Recognize one silent call as we all form one darkflame. Incinerate. Love your hate, your

faith lost. You are now one of us.

Miseria Cantare- The Beginning

I came here by day, but I left here in darkness and found you on the way. Now, it is silverand silent. It is silver and cold. You, in somber resplendence, I hold. Your sins intome, oh, my beautiful one now. Your sins into me. As a rapturous voice escapes,

I will tremble a prayer and I'll beg for forgiveness. Your sins into me, oh, my beautiful one.Light, like the flutter of wings, feel your hollow voice rushing into me as you're longing to sing.

So I will paint you in silver. I will wrap you in cold. I will lift up your voice as Isink. Cold in life's throws. I'll fall asleep for you. I only ask you turn away. I only

ask you turn as they seep into me, oh, my beautiful one.

Silver And Cold

Will you join me in this dance of misery, cradled in impossibility? Swooning, I am swept away, sweptoff my feet. With step-by-step we take the lead as drop-by-drop we start to bleed. And we dance in misery, all lostin the arms of our misery. Swept off our feet by our misery, we're swept into shadows. Will you lend yourself to

beauty that will horrify? Let me hide within your black, the still inside your eyes. Deafened, caught within acry so sensual. As step-by-step I separate, while breath-by-breath I suffocate. So who will follow?Who is the lead? I know I'll leave a stain because I bleed as we dance. We all dance. We all have n o

c h a n c e i n t h i s h o r r i d r o m a n c e .

Dancing Through Sunday

I'll lay me down tonight, much further down. Swim in the calm tonight. This

art does drown. What follows me as the whitest lace of light just begsto be imbrued? What follows will swallow whole. What follows haslead me to this place where I belong, withall erased. All insects sing tonight. The coldest sound. I'd send God's gracetonight could it be found. I'll lay me down tonight much further down.Watch stars go out tonight. On sinking ground I'll lay me down.

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ones. I knew they would appear...saw not a single one. Oh, how I smiled then, waiting so patiently. I'dmake a wish and bleed. While I waited I was wasting away. I can remember...dreamt them so vividly, soft

creatures draped in white, light kisses gracing me. I can remember when I first realized dreamswere the only place to see them. While I waited I was wasting away. Hope was wasting away. Faith waswasting away. I was wasting away. I never, never wanted this. I always wanted to believe, but

from the start I'd been deceived. I never, never wanted this. Inside a crumbling effigy, so dies allinnocence. But you promised me...

The Great Disappointment

Raise high monolithic statues so fragile. As they fall, I am ever enthralled. Gaze, lie and smirk in time.Your arrogance will suit you well 'til fashion is dispelled. As waves of plastic fame go out of

fashion, you're going out forever unknown. These waves of plastic fame are drying up and I smilebecause you're dying to become forever unknown. From above a rain of ashes descends. Anathema I willremain, forever will remain. From below, in my seclusion, look up to the sky to see paper wings and watch them burn.

Without habitation. You'll never find a soul inside, no life, but nothing's died. No lights, but quite theshow (just as long as no one ever knows all motion is pantomime.) Dancing in the rain of descendingash, dancing on your grave, I'll see you all falling. Dancing in the rain of descending ash, dancing in your

d u s t . I ' l l s e e y o u a l l fa l l i n g. I ' d s t o p i t , h a d y o u a h e a r t .

Paper Airplanes (makeshift wings)

Calling tears from deep inside, oh, you're so exquisite. And in the mirror, all midnight eyes. Oh, if I couldremain, but it's just a visit. All midnight eyes read "vacancy." Twisted, twisting. To the lovely

dancing lights, I begged, "May I cut in?" but they never stopped playing "their song." Of a joyous song

they sing, I've heard whispers. On a freezing note, I resonate. Just like romantic verses, just like a joyous end,just like a memory, it twists me. You land as lightly as the new snow, cinematic, onto the melting

boy and melt away. You light as gently, you're so cinematic. Bathed in your radiance, I melt. In the glitter, in thedark, sunk into velvet praying this will never end. In the shadow of a star, in static pallor, I realized I never

began. All the colors upon leaving will turn to grey.

This Celluloid Dream

Walked away, heard them say, "Poison hearts will never change. Walk away again." Turned away indisgrace. Felt the chill upon my face cooling from within. It's hard to notice gleaming fromthe sky when you're staring at the cracks. It's hard to notice what is passing by with eyes lowered. Youwalked away, heard them say, "Poisoned hearts will never change. Walk away again." All the crackswill lead right to me and all the cracks will crawl right through me, and I fell apart as Iwalked away, heard them say, "Poisoned hearts will never change." Walked away again.

Turned away in disgrace. Felt the chill upon my face cooling from within.

The Leaving Song

Twenty-six years and seems like I've just begun to understand my intimate is no one. When the director soldthe show, who bought its last rites? They cut the cast, the music, and the lights. This is my line. This is

eternal. How did I ever end up here? Discarnate. Preternatural. My prayers to disappear, ungranted indead time left me disowned, absent of grace, marked as infernal. To this nature, so unnatural. I

remain alone. Twenty-six years end. Still speaking in these tongues. Such revelations while understood by noone. When the new actor stole the show, who questioned his grace? Please clear the house of ill-

acquired taste. Give me something. Give me something. Give me something real. I lay strewn acrossthe floor, can't solve this puzzle. Everyday another small piece can't be found. I lay strewn across the floorpieced up in sorrow. The pieces are lost, these pieces don't fit. Pieced together incomplete and empty.

but home is nowhere

We held hands on the last night on earth. Our mouths filled with dust, we kissed in the fieldsand under trees, screaming like dogs, bleeding dark into the leaves. It was empty on the edge of town butwe knew everyone floated along the bottom of the river. So we walked through the

waste where the road curved into the sea and the shattered seasons lay, and the bitter smell of burn-ing was on you like a disease. In our cancer of passion you said, "Death is a midnight runner." The sky hadcome crashing down like the news of an intimate suicide. We picked up the shards and formed them into

shapes of stars that wore like an antique wedding dress. The echoes of the past broke the hearts of theunborn as the ferris wheel silently slowed to a stop. The few insects skittered away in hopes of a better

pastime. I kissed you at the apex of the maelstrom and asked if you would accompany me in a quick fall,but you made me realize that my ticket wasn't good for two. I rode alone. You said, "The cinders arefalling like snow." There is poetry in despair, and we sang with unrivaled beauty, bitter elegies of

savagery and eloquence. Of blue and grey. Strange, we ran down desperate streets and carved our namesin the flesh of the city. The sun has stagnated somewhere beyond the rim of the horizon and the darkness is

a mystery of curves and lines. Still, we lay under the emptiness and drifted slowly outward, andsomewhere in the wilderness we found salvation scratched into the earth like a message.

I cannot leave here. I cannot stay. Forever haunted, more than afraid. Asphyxiate on words I wouldsay. I'm drawn to a blackened sky as I turn blue. There are no flowers, no, not this time.There will be no angels gracing the lines, just these stark words I find. I'd show a smile but I'm tooweak. I'd share with you, could I only speak, just how much this hurts me. I cannot

stay here. I cannot leave. Just l ike all I loved, I'm make-believe. Imagined heart, I disappear.Seems no one will appear here and make me real. There are no flowers, no, not this time.

There will be no angels gracing the lines, just these stark words I find. I'd show a smilebut I'm too weak. I'd share with you, could I only speak, just how much this hurts me. I'd tell you howit haunts me. Cuts through my day and sinks into my dreams. You don't care that it hauntsme. There are no flowers, no, not this time. There will be no angels gracing the lines, justthese stark words I find. I'd show a smile but I'm too weak. I'd share with you, could I only speak,

just how much this hurts me...just how much this hurts me...just how much you...

This Time Imperfect

AFI is: Davey Havok- vocals, Jade Puget- guitar, Adam Carson- drums, Hunter- bass

Produced by Jerry Finn and Butch VigMixed by Jerry Finn

Executive Producer: Jade Puget Recorded by Joe McGrath

Assistant Engineers: Chris Holmes, Alan Mason, Dan Chase, Stacey Dodds and Alan SandersonAdditional Technical Assistance by Alan Mason Drum Techs: Garner Knutsen & Mike Fasano

Recorded at Cello Studios, Los AngelesMixed at Chalice Studios, Los Angeles

Mastered at Bernie Grundman by Brian Gardner

All Programming and Keyboards by Jade PugetAdditional musicians: Cello: Susie Katayama

Additional Keys on but home is nowhere: Roger Joseph Manning Jr.Guest Female Vocal: Anna-Lynne Williams

Background Vocals: Davey, Jade, Hunter and AdamAdditional Background Vocals: Nick 13, Geoff Kresge, Chris Holmes, Ralph Saenz, Jerry Finn,

Joe McGrath, Matt Wedgley, Butch Vig, Precious Steve Cunningham and Luke Wood.Vocoder: Stacey Dodds

Choir: St. Mileons ChurchSpoken Word Vocals: Gibson Casian, Davey Havok, Hans Wold

A&R: Luke WoodManagement: GAS Entertainment

Legal: Stacy FassBooking: Stormy Shepherd for Leave Home Booking

Art Direction & Design: Jason Noto & Doug Cunningham, Morning Breath Inc.Icon Illustration: Alan ForbesPhotography: Matthew Welsh

Get Tattooed by: Jason McAffey, Chris Conn, Scott Sylvia, Freddy Corbin, Jesse Tuesday, Nate Sponsler, Chummy, and Jeff Rassier at Temple Tattoo,Oakland, Ca. / Tim Biedron, Chicago / Lindsey Carmichael at Laguna Tattoo, Laguna Beach, Ca. / Jimmy Perlman at Hula Moon

Tattoos Forever, Jim Miner @ Inflictions Tattoo, Arcadia, Ca. / Juan Puente at Shamrock Social Club, Los Angeles, Ca.

AFI would like to send our most sincere thanks to all the bands who have inspired us, shared the road with us, and treated us likefamily, to all of those who have supported us from our most humble beginnings and all of those who will be with us from here on,

to those who scream and dance at the shows, to those who have permanently adorned themselves in our name and who gladlyaccept any persecution for representing us so loyally, to those who have taken inspiration from us to create art of their own, and to

those who will, with us, forever sing the sorrow, to those who understand...we appreciate you wholly.

For a complete thank you list, please go to www.afireinside.net

All songs by AFI. All songs published 2003 Ex Noctem Nacimur Music (BMI). Lyrics Reprinted by Permission. All Rights Reserved.

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