Time is my friend till it ain't and runs out. And that is all that I have till it's gone. Try to build a home, bones of birds. Singing in the cold and fall to earth.
Mountains all around altogether we stumble. Eleven million clowns every one with a razor out. And the smokes lies on the valley floor. And the blood dries while we spill some more.
Nothing, seems to kill me. No matter how hard I try. Nothing's closing my eyes. Nothing can beat me down. For your pain or delight, no. . And nothing, seems to break me.
I know you're half awake, yeah, I know hate. And I know how you do it. Hold it, don't let it out. Don't get it right or wrong, no, I don't get it. . I know you're half afraid.
Run away, now it's Halloween. Shave your head and burn you sheets,. evil could be. right next door. What do blind dogs believe?. I don't want to know.
Promise something. Kill me right away if I start to get so. Don't 'member. How to separate the one from the apple. Though we tomorrow. Kill it right away is I start to listen.
If I could hug my love, could I try. For your wings to cover me, unless I fall. Half alive I hurt the most brilliant lie. Sleepless eyes, close the light.
In my eyes. Indisposed. In disguises no one knows. Hides the face. Lies the snake. And the sun in my disgrace. Boiling heat. Summer stench. 'Neath the black, the sky looks dead.
White lemon days. Blue colored lines on your face. Devil in your best. Settling like death to the pain. Now loosening your grip. Feel the wheel slip from your hands.
Lying like needles. On forest earth. Euphoric rush. Trees bend to pray for us. I'm sputtering. Like cold machines. Late for the birth ritual, ritual, ritual, ritual.
Don¡¯t you don¡¯t you want to thrill me. don¡¯t you be afraid to tell me. tell me if you think it¡¯s ugly. but now don¡¯t you want to touch it anyway.
Don't you don't you want to thrill me. Don't you be afraid to tell me. Tell me if you think it's ugly. But now don't you want to touch it anyway. . I've been looking for a reject.
The bigger the cushion. The sweeter the pushin'. That's what I said. . The looser the waistband. The deeper the quicksand. Or so I have read. . My baby fits me like a flesh tuxedo.
The bigger the cushion. The sweeter the pushin'. That's what I said. . The looser the waistband. The deeper the quicksand. Or so I have read. . My baby fits me like a flesh tuxedo.
You can't go home boy, I swear you never can. You can walk a million miles and get nowhere. I got no where to go ever since I came back. Just filling in the lines for the holes, and the cracks.
Far beyond the road. Between your house and home. There is a churning storm. Of hailing burning bones. . Related. . Songs That Will Make You Cry Uncontrollably.
Intro]. Bad time for a good time, baby. A bad time. . [Verse 1]. You never finish your glass. Take a little sip and you're bored. Down in the apartment below.
So what if I just wanna be a little bit out of my mind. I let you take my heart and I like it. So what if I happen to be. A little bit out of my mind.
You are unborn and yet to be scarred. With tattoos. The blood in your arm, hell, it's good and it's warm. And still free to choose. So take your sweet time and walk a straight line.
I've lived without bread and I've lived without water,. Stuck outside the middle of the desert wishin' I was home.. Long way from no where, wishin' I was somewhere,.