With everything ahead of us we left, everything behind. But nothing that we needed at least. Not at this time. And I, feeling that I'm feeling, well. Is feeling like my life was finally mine.
out in the cold. paralyzed mind. visions of moving. hunger for more. . born into silence. caught in the past. dreams of rising. hunting the light. . [Chorus:].
old black curtain hides the sun. so no one can see that I'm the broken one. in silent nights I hear you call. but all the friendly words have gone. . [Chorus:].
These are weird times. There's a widow in my street. She turns her husbands into birds. They've got claws instead of feet. A cage is in the garden. There's feathers in my phone box.
Hold up. Hold up. Hold up. . Let me make one thing clear. If you wanna keep on runnin' your mouth. Wastin' my time. Then here's what you gotta do. . Go on give it a kiss.
Well there once was a bird named Sammy. Who had a yellow head. You might say this bird is crazy. Why can't he fly straight ahead?. Well, he never seems to know.
We've been here far too long. And everything's gone wrong. . Shake it off, shake it off. We can talk this through. And just wait it out, wait it out. Let in something new.
Everything they said about you. Everything they've known was wrong. . Did you hear me call your name? Did you hear me call. Or were your thoughts just too loud?.
I can see her running. And you now that is fast. She's got the money. She can do what it takes. . If she gets it on time. I really don't mind. . Hey. I've got a minute for a prayer.
When you're in a dream. The time passes so slowly. When you're in a dream. The time passes so slowly. . Open up your heart. Go sleep on the moment you were born.
Don't let me run away. From the chains that bind me. I know I've gotta stay. To keep my world from crashing. . It's something that I know I'll figure out in time.
Though your presence is nonexistent. Your vile stench still looms in my every memory. You have planted a seed that has sprouted. Into an undying enmity that shall rear it's putrid face.
Blood spills from unsealed wounds. Baleful afflictions devolved from you. The ones I love, ripped from this world so young. (I love). The ones I love, they are walking corpses.
I fake again, I'm Half asleep everyday,. I shut my mind off, Pretend to hear the words you say,. I think the medicine is better than reality,. Atleast is seems that way,.
Sardonic. 2001 FAC Productions. . So you don't fit into their little mold. And you don't do what you're told. What does the good book tell. We're all going to hell.