Bow down to me. The truth fairy queen. Shades of crime should be. Burning castles will fall. . (chorus). It's all together. Way too clever. It's a black hole.
I can't sleep and I can't eat all I do is sit and cry. And listen for your footsteps at my door. I keep asking myself why that you ever said goodbye. And I guess I've cried a million tears or more.
Be kind to your web-footed friends. For a duck may be somebody's brother. Be kind to your friends in the swamp. Where the weather is always damp. You may think that this is the end.
There's a bottle on the shelf, talkin' to me. Sayin', "Come over here, you can have a drink". We can make it through this lonely night together. . But that's a road I don't wanna go back down.
Maybe I'm supposed to lie. Maybe I'm not too good. I think about how it'll get better. Maybe I'm supposed to break down. Or will it a fake how. You're making me feel to me whenever.
Since the beginning of time, humans have killed each other because they disagree. The human is the only animal that actually kills for sport. The ability to kill is as innate as our ability to love.
I'm living the American Dream. Working for the man that I'll never meet. Trying to make a living. Trying to get by. Praying that I'll get to see another sun rise.
Here I sit. A vampire at my piano. The flames burn glaringly higher. And the eyes that stare. through the darkness. Though they have no form. There's no need for alarm.
Merry Christmas ho, ho, ho. I'll be six feet under the snow. Jingle bells along the way. I'm a dead motherfucking and I'm counting my days. I've been too naughty I forgot to be nice.
Forever pieces. Forever death. No longer life. No longer flesh. Forever gone. No looking back. Blood fades to black. . Lets start clean. And shine a light.
Lost in a familiar place. This channel will not change. This feeling's all too strange. It's like home in many ways. . Got nothing left inside. Onto the darker side.
I'm bad. Oh baby, I'm bad. And it feels good. To be so bad. Well, I'm bad when I'm walking down the street. I'm punching babies, kicking puppies. I'm bad.
A bullet in your head is how I want it. Your body on the floor, a Kodak moment. You're a waste of air and a waste of space. I want sharp objects to fly into your face.
I'm the dog,. I'm the bone,. I'm the blood in the ice-cream cone,. I'm the sticks,. I'm the stones, yeah, thats breakn' your fuckin' bones.. . I'm the dirt..
I be making sales on the mall on the ploit. she was rolling out it was all from your boy. I was going out it was all for the lizzy. Boy in the corner she was calling me dizzee.
hear the haunting theronade. like a chant through a timeless abyss. or the cries from the wolves from the. long lost woods. . moon-less nights caress her.
Right from the sky we are born crazy. Right from the sky we are born to be wild. Right from the sky we are born crazy. Right from the sky we are born to be alive.
Bring the light in through to me, when I'm feeling cold. You're just hiding in between, climb in through the hole. . Things that crawl within your mind, echo always deep inside.
Make you understand. Than I fight'til the end. No effect on me. If you try spread misery. . I'm a believer. I'm a believer. . A spring - board to my brain.