We are low life motherfucking scum the epitome of human degradation fuck you we are all. headed for oblivion the end of every thing is the way it has to be this world shit unconscious.
A butt plug in your pussy my fist shoved up up your ass. a butt plug in your pussy my fist shoved up up your ass. rectal blood from my fist. vaginal cum from a butt plug.
Come on girl I know you're there. Pick up that phone, don't act like you don't care. I've called for hours, seems like days. I've got so much to say. Don't act this way.
The world is locked outside my head. And I refuse to let it in. I don't find peace in the things I've done. Or the places that I've been. I feel the sides of a velvet trap.
(Roch Voisine/Marcel Lefebvre). Loin. Dans le coeur de ta ville. Je pense au bout de l'?le. O- je suis n,. C'est loin. Juste un point sur la terre. Plein de bateaux-lumieres.
For Mary-Jane. Most every night. I played. The same old song. That lingered on for days. For Mary-Ann. Her friends all gone. I stayed. And through the night.
(Roch Voisine). This song's for all the bad boys listening tonight. I know a bad boy when I see one. 'Cause I see one in my mirror every morning. When I shave.
Sitting here alone. I've been missing you beside me. Right here by the phone. Waiting for you voice to heal me. Will you keep this heart from breaking.
(Roch Voisine). It's four a.m.. And the wind's kind of hard today. But they'll go out anyway. Against the deck the waves are hitting. Strong, the wives will have to pay.
Just ask the lonely. When you feel. That you can make it all alone. Remember no one is big enough. To go it all alone. . Just ask the lonely. They know the hurting pain.
In a little while from now. If I'm not feeling any less sour. I promise myself to treat myself. And visit a nearby tower. And climbing to the top will throw myself off.
Words and music by raymond o'sullivan. . In a little while from now. If I'm not feeling any less sour. I promise myself to treat myself. And visit a nearby tower.
I don't care what they say. I won't stay in a world without love. . Please lock me away and don't allow the day. Here inside, where I hide with my loneliness.
Got one now with a catholic name. A little less righteous she ain't quite the same. Walkin' the streets under the media moon. Silvery screen paints her sultry tune.
We've live a long long time and all the radios are playing our song tonight. We walk a crooked line 'cause there is a counter life in your jailed eyes.
She set herself on fire, I was burnt from head to toe. Please don't tell anybody, I can't bare them you know. She says it all for show. Makes me crazy, I didn't really wantna know.
Do I look the same to you? 'Cause I don't feel so. You know, everything must change as time goes by. Though it feels like yesterday when we first met.
There's a field of flowers and they smell like you. and i go walking through them when i feel you near me. . you know I'd love to pick one for my lapel.
What did I ever do to you,. That you should treat me this way?. Is it really such a crime,. For an angel to speak his mind?. In time I'll try to shed some light..