So this is what it feels like when you finally lose the spark. And this is what it feels like when you finally sober up. The sentence was prison, bars are on me, camouflage.
This one goes out to the kids. who drove 6 hours in a stolen car,. then missed the show.. This one goes out to never. losing sight of all the. "how it's been" and "how it was." yeah..
Al said goodbye to his mom and dad. For the first time in his life. Tonight he left the house and walked. To the waiting car outside. . And somehow he thought they'd never understand.
(This is a fair request.And I promise I will not judge any person only as a teenager.That you will constantly remind yourself that some of my generation judges people by their race,their belief,or the color of their skin.And that this is no more right than saying all teenagers are drunken dope attics that're glue sniffers...).
Give me some religion. Pass the wine cause this time. I cant hold it in like I always did. Give me some more T.V.. Make it loud make believe. Im in desperate need for some company.
Waking up after the stars fall down. And all I've got are just memories now. The streets and me feel like a concrete dream. Last goodbye but don't want to be.
Gotta trust my name. No fork in my tongue. Gotta trust my name. . Never saw it blow. Never saw it blow. The clouds rained money. Never saw it blow. The clouds rained money.
I come from nowhere. I was nowhere bound. never once believed. this was my restin' ground. but somewhere between. here and that rest. I heard ya callin' my name.
Got an earthquake shack near Elbe.. Got a garden of dyin' cars.. Covered up deep in the mud of the powerline road.. . And at night I can hear the lockjaw,.
A Life Less. . Water fills my mind, hate contorts my vision. Senses disappear, I'm left within decisions. Give me strength to breathe. The purpose is what I need to defeat.
Sometimes I sit alone in solitude. I wonder how or why it all went wrong. The choices that I've made,. that sent me down a lonely road. A desolate path that seems so long.
As I Reflect. . Moments of inner melancholia. I turn to you in memory. Symbolic visions in the withered wind. Have all but flown away. . Distress signals from a golden age.
All of this means nothing. D.C. made me and the rest of this mess. You don't even try to fake it. All of this means nothing. D.C. made me and the rest of this mess.
Getting sick of starting over. On the same. Argument. We could sit around and talk it over. Or take a trip. To clear our minds. At the entrance of Mount Wilson.
Tell me again. When I've been to the river. And I've taken the edge off my thirst. Tell me again. We're alone and I'm listening. I'm listening so hard that it hurts.
The birds they sang. At the break of day. Start again. I heard them say. Don't dwell on what. Has passed away. Or what is yet to be. Yeah the wars they will.
I know it really is a pity. The way you treat me now. I know you can't forgive me. But forgive me anyhow. The ending got so ugly. I even heard you say.
Suddenly the night has grown colder. The god of love preparing to depart. Alexandra hoisted on his shoulder,. They slip between the sentries of the heart.
I saw some people starving. There was murder, there was rape. Their villages were burning. They were trying to escape. I couldn't meet their glances. I was staring at my shoes.