Once again america has chosen to keep its shut tight. Content in our national ignorance as long as all danger is kept out of sight. We don't want to hear the reasons why this happened. We only want revenge.
Hidden behind a wall of secrecy and right in our own backyard. In fort Benning, Georgia lies the pentagons prize. Well protected behind gun and guard.
Bush backs out of the 1972 ABM treaty,. supposedly in the interests of national defense. Determined to resurrect Reagan's nuclear monster. Ignoring the world tension that this action presents.
Lets play this one out, until it explodes. Into a thousand tiny pieces. Whats the story universe. You are melody in numbers. You were shapes you were rhythms.
Oh, Looking back at what we once were.. Theres so much blood here its all a blur. Why did we end up her?. Brother you know that I loved her!. Her eyes shone brighter than the sun,.
Deep inside me is a world of fear. Deep inside me beyond compare. . I seek my saviour. To prevent my failures. . Breathing hate with twisted grin. Please separate me from that skin.
This sense of failure haunting still. Lack of confidence feeding my fear. Descending sun invites the darkness in. The child inside, with silent cry. .
Things are getting harder. For me and my step partner. So keep this thing we got. On the low unless we stop. . They're trying to be in our business. But still they haven't witnessed.
Chorus:. You got me thinkin everyday. (your always) on my mind. All the time. You got me thinkin everyday. (your always) on my mind. All the time. . Last night when you left me.
You try to make this last. But your candles burn too fast. Divided before you were born. Were you divided from your former you. You'll never make it far.
Deathbeds and guarded borders. Bedpans and doctors orders. Move on and leave the weak behind. Back stabs and painted on smiles. It's easier to die admired.
So you see yourself holding the knife. though it seems you're more terrified than the faces you practice at night,. so you can watch your tongue sympathize.
Just a little bit of feeling in your stories and I'm ready rearing to go. Just a little bit of grieving in the words you relate and I'm alright. Crash land, insist, can't exist on frailty.
I'll be sitting in my bedroom. Listening to songs. Turn the radio on. And sing along. That's what I'll do today. I'll always get my way. . I'll be sitting on my bed.
Steal the night. To a light thats still far away. Youre still further. Pace the floor. Find the door through a fish-eyed stare. Search for tomorrow. .
Hoy me vuelvo a levantar. no se que ocurrio,. esto ya lo vivi.. Hoy al igual que ayer,. es otro dia mas,. el mismo otra vez.. . Quiza no quiero despertar,.