[EMF] Effing Metal Friday: Betrayal in Music

I’m feeling betrayed today, so enjoy these select songs of trauma. I think we’ve all been there. You’ll notice not all of these selections are metal, but the feeling is there.

Out of sight out of mind
The motto of betrayal
The prophets preach to forgive and forget
I’m sorry, but I am unable

I helped to carry you, I took good care of you, I wanted us to continue
But I knew, that you would leave, when the time was right for you.

I thought you needed my help
To make it good again, to make us strong
To make you happy, to push you along
And gain some respect, to be thrown a crumb
I was on my knees, when you knocked me down

Down in a hole and I don’t know if I can be saved
See my heart I decorate it like a grave
You don’t understand who they
Thought I was supposed to be
Look at me now a man
Who wont let himself be

Silent vows were broken
And words that can’t be taken back

My name it means nothing
My fortune is less
My future is shrouded in dark wilderness
Sunshine is far away, clouds linger on
Everything I posessed – Now they are gone

If ever words were spoken
Painful and untrue
I said I loved but I lied

Takes another look around, you’re not goin’ anywhere
You’ve realized you’re gettin’ old and no one seems to care
You’re tryin’ to find your way again
You’re tryin’ to find some new…
Another woman’s got her man
But she won’t find a new…

So many dark and lonely nights
But I believe someday I’ll see the light

Livin’ in space is all fine and good
If you’re an astronaut
But life is a dream
That Calculus could never predict

Once undone, there’s only smoke
Burning in my eyes to blind
To cover up what really happened
Force the darkness unto me

If time were only part of the equation
Then you could draw the bound’ries of our cage

You wouldn’t pile another stone upon me
And I’d be happy just to watch you age

Nobody knows, nobody sees
Nobody knows, but me

I will only complicate you.
Trust in me and fall as well.

And the best for last. Leonard Cohen’s dark Famous Blue Raincoat. I never want to here this fucking song again the rest of my life.

I hear that you’re building your little house deep in the desert
You’re living for nothing now, I hope you’re keeping some kind of record.