Don't you know I get a magical feelin'. Everytime you're near. And it always sets me rockin' and reelin'. When you disappear. You keep me wond'rin'. Just how good it could be.
the workers control the means of production. what a fucking waste. when most means of production. are as worthless as what they generate. useless commodities for mindless consumption.
if you don't vote you can't complain. fuck that line of shit because it won't change. any thing other than superficially. i'm not willing to accept what rights and change some.
I stand next to an empty grave. Where my friends will lay. I'll put their bodies down. Into their resting place.. Got a purple heart. For a wound and scar.
It didn't seem to be a problem I couldn't see. You made the choice that made me want to set you free. . I see you alone, how does it feel?. You lost me again, took the wrong road.
Something's wrong with your mind. It won't think of me anymore. Was it all a waste of time. Tell me why was I such unsure. Broken bottles empty. Cut my mouth so I can't sing.
I'm sure there must have been a time,. When you did not consume my mind,. But I still swear, I don't remember,. . To see I'm not in all that deep,. Through everything I know to keep from being,.
As if the wait was not enough. And one can only take so much. . You broke into pieces. Seems hopeless now but at least you know. The tables can turn around.
Centered photo lines. Capture the sentimental waves. We all take our places. To reconcile all the faces outside the frame. . Is this camouflage. Or just some dream?.
It's a waiting game you play. Still you think that you can win. So you play on. You play on, play on. . And the rush hour weaves you home. In another day you will break.
It wouldn't be so hard to sleep at night. If I could make a day without a fight. . I really think the world would be impressed. If it were equally as blessed.
Kissin in the back row. That's how we missed the movie. Said you had cottonmouth. That apple juice was groovy. Splish smack on my lips. Apple juice kissin makes me roll my hips.
Lecturing with human archives. Containing copious accounts of sorrow. Lashing out to gratify. The petulance within. . Grisly exhibition of prey. Refined to a science.
Icelandic dominion. Reigning during a casually brutal age. Exalting bloodlust. We pillage with near impunity. Free from all moral qualms. We celebrate ferocity.
Hunting the trails. Through a twisted mass. Dosed to kill. Rotting soldiers you now pass. Killing another. Human only to save your ass. Pushing forward now.
Behold a white horse. And he who set upon him. Was called faithful and true. And in righteousness he doth judge and make war. His eyes were as a flame of fire.
Love in space and time. There's no more feeling. Automatic lover. Cold and unappealing. Longing to be touched. Loging for a kiss. Whisper words of love.
Somebody told me all of your goodness. It sure sounded good to me. Now I was thinking if I could try it. Just a little bit to see. . Now through every temptation.
I can see right through your eyes. Watch the tears evaporate into the night. . She's a shadow at the foot of my bed. Leaving puddles from the tears that she shed.
i hear crawling in the other room, what i see shouldnt exist. in an ancient town burns ash, ash of thousands dead. insanity doesnt exist here, nightmares are constant reality.