MUZIK.... The mirror cracks in thousand pieces,. are the reflections still true?. Read the stars and all their meanings,. prepare for something new. .
See through our blind illusions,. to discover our souls. It's the final solution,. before we close and lock the doors. . Tonight I'm gone. This can't go on.
How should I consider this baby?. How should I consider this tenderness?. All I really hoped for was maybe, maybe,. You'd be the very best. . Why should I consider this baby?.
Blown Away. Moving through a crowded room. Why do I always look for you. and I missing you again?. . Only sure that I'm never more. than not quite good enough.
I don't think you're ever gonna need. To call me by my name anymore. And I don't think I'm ever gonna need. To be hanging around your door. . And I know, when time gets the best of me.
Hey Mary are you still waiting?. Has your "thunder road" come along and gone and left you praying?. Your so called friends and the stories they tell. Don't really seem to fit you all that well.
They slip, crackle, vinyl, mirrows me,. and this broken record glass,. just look at us now,. the gramaphone replacing,. the heart sleeves used to have,.
Well here I am. I'm standing by myself. On a pedestal. When I think I'm down. Dreaming of. A place to call my own. . Well its been some time. Since we went back.
The other day I caught myself complaining. How my boss has got me working overtime. Then the stranger who was sitting there beside me. Said, I spent all day in the unemployment line.
I was sick to death. With that long agony. I was permitted to sit. When she bound me. She likes spitting in my face. But I love her so much. She likes spitting in my face.
Fariz RM/Bintang Altris. Di kesuraman suasana malam. Kucari dimana bayang dirimu. Lelah ku bertanya pada angin yang berhembus. Adakah salam rindumu untukku.
I'm losing control. One by one the walls have come crashing down. And I'm buried underneath it. I tried to warn you but you couldn't see the pain. You are just as much to blame.
To resurrect ourselves. We disembowel our saints. We never underestimate. The destructive power of change. . We'd find another way. We'd dream up stupid shit.
You're like kissing lipstick. You're pasty, warm and dry. You're boring, you bore me. You're such a boring guy. . At first, I kinda liked it. The way it oozed out of your mouth.
Simon: "I'll never get it,so I guess I'll never win.. 'Cruelty free' is some sick joke,. and someone's gettin' paid well for it. (moans) Oh, the horror!".
dizzy on the thrill ride. heating up the west side. you're so outtaline. i need air water daylight. . he kisses like a thrill ride. winning by a landslide.
what's your excuse now?. . on bought time. it's all mine. you know you get what you pay for. vulgar scenes. shattered dreams. you know the consequence is killing you.
Well Berkeley;s full of heathen scum. I should know I am one. I'm a drunken junkie bum. Then there's those Berkely bitches. Think they'll go from rags to riches.
If you push, you pull; you'll tear this thing apart. The dream is only dead when there's no beating in your heart. . You think I'm out of touch, I'm out of time.
bring out your dead, we're raising hell. The new sex that sells. There will be no redemption. Cause it won't be long 'til you jump on this. So you wanna see hell? Wanna make this real?.