We're sorry Richard's not at home. He'd like to spend the day alone. And we don't know why we believe. What we believe. . We're sorry Jane can't come to play.
He drove her home last Friday night. Another date, another stupid fight. He tried to make up, just one embrace. She slammed the car door, slammed it in his face.
Well, faith flies off the mountain everyday. No parachute and no crash to see. Yes, my faith flies off a mountain everyday. And there's no parachute, no goddamn crash to see.
Body and Soul, Amen. Body and Soul, Amen. Body and Soul, Amen. Body and Soul. . Body and Soul, Amen. Body and Soul, Amen. Body and Soul. . Spin the wheel to the mummer's dance.
Walls coming down, walls going up. See walls coming down and walls going up. Rave on as the empires fall. Corporations crash and kings are made to crawl.
People moving out, people moving in. Why? Because of the color of their skin. Run, run, run but you just can't hide. . An eye for an eye. A tooth for a tooth.
Red light, black lace. It's gonna blow up right in your face. You take the heat, you pay the price. Keep on fingering the merchandise. . Squeeze slow, steady all the way.
Face to face, I can see that look in your eye. But are you looking at me?. 'Cause you know things aren't what they seem to be. Does it matter to you?.
For every hour we've wasted,. Pretendin' we're indifferent.. We could be knowin' what we need.. Like wadin' through the vagueness,. Of sinking where I used to think..
BRAINCHILD. . RIDING THROUGH THE ENDLESS DESERT, WHITE GLARING AND FLAT EXCEPT. THE HAZY POOR GLEAM OF MOUNTAINS AND THE DEVILSGRASS WITHIN. SWEET DREAMS AND THE DEVILSGRASS WITHIN....
IN THE MIDDLE OF THE MAELSTROM OF THE FAST PASSING TIME. NOW AND HERE WE EXIST BETWEEN THE SHADOWS OF THE PAST. IN NEUROTIC LUXURY AND FROSTWORK ON OUR EYES.
I hear your voice, I hear you cry. You sense the doubt inside my mind. Voices scream heaven and voices scream hell. All those words I used to know so well.
I WENT LOOKING FOR TROUBLE AND BOY - I FOUND HER. . SHE'S IN LOVE WITH HERSELF - SHE LIKES THE DARK. ON HER MILK WHITE NECK - THE DEVIL'S MARK. . NOW IT'S ALL HALLOWS EVE - THE MOON IS FULL.
this morning I got up to see the same old things. so I try to switch it up I try to switch it up. but I still feel like I'm taking the same old steps.
What have you done?. Sticking needles in your arm. Brother. Never said we'd walk. Away from family. These so called friends. They kept pushing you in.
You've got black eye on your eye. Tell me was it from a fight, baby?. Did it happen last night?.
Let's run for cover. We gotta escape. They're dropping bombs on the Empire State. And the streets are filled with children. Who will never grow old. All because their lives are all worth less than gold.
Black rain. New beginnings. We all follow the blood trail. To our life's ending. . We're the conversation. Of a bleeding past. We're the doubt conquerors.
This all started with a low-down kick in the head. I begged for money while the gang. Is kickin' it with a party. Next you'll tell me I'm the butt of the joke.