whatever it is you think you are. you aren't:. a good friend, unique, well-read. good-looking, or smart. well now you know. . well I hate to be the one to bear such bad news.
Let the bassline getcha. Let the bassline getcha. Let the bassline getcha. three hundred pounds of pressure. . Got to show some. Got to hide some. Got to feel the need keep in motion.
Despite the din the only thing. I hear is a screaming thought spun in my mind. A voice I left behind is following, growing, calling me back.. Just once I wish that some great wave would spray and sweep me off my feet.
From this grizzled bench seat; bolt-on frame all the stains. Of a junkyard sale. I wondering if it not just youthou know?. Old woes won waste a conversation..
Let's add some light to this gloomy world. Despite the views that we once held. Yeah, yeah. . Sometimes you have a smile. Spread across your face for about a mile.
Bringing the world back. Bringing the world back. Bringing the world back home. . Ever find you're walking down a one way road no one does. All your bridges are burned and from the ashes you.
We've been looking for luck. in all the wrong places. It feels like it's all gone home. I'm holding on tight because. I don't know what'll happen. The second that I let go.
First in line. Waiting for the call. See the sign. We're prepared to fall. We're embraced by the bullets in the haze. I'm not backing out. . In your eyes.
Come with me. To a place inside the light. . I dont wanna be a moth in a beautiful frame. Gotta live dreams burning in the flames. Nothing can defeat me your creature is unbeaten.
Bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla. Bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla. . Things to do before I die, if fixing me is hopeless..
Who said masochist?. Nothing with a closed fist. Just a little damage with the tongue. Kinky little dark side. Play a little hard to like. . Just try to have a little fun.
You're the perfect love, you cast away my fear. No more shadows in the mirror. I go looking back, I always see you there. Shining through my darkest hour.
This shit's aingent like Egyptian. So pay attention if u don't want segregation. A child born destined to be a king. Never seen never heard about. Never has he mentioned in no books.
With my right foot first. I stepped into the holy mosque. Upon the cold white marble. Where day and night people sat worshippin, praying. . Right and left, the mosque being cleaned.