My eyes are sore. The city keeps spinning. Every time I'm dreaming. You chase me back into the nightmare. . Emptiness slowly take shape. Unveiling your face.
I set my sight on vantage points. Far beyond these fragile joints. Child in bloom grown too soon. Knew time would cut in lieu a new you. . Chorus. These crass hands will pass.
Fell into pretense promises. Fell into your bitter sweet abyss. Addict to cynical intangible bliss. Addict to concepts that I miss. . Chorus. Two view perspective.
Sometimes I'm invisible, I'm nowhere to be seen. And kick like a tin can in the shape of a man. Trying so hard to break in so I can burst out. Perspectives ever changing leaving me in doubt.
All the girls and boys are gone away. They never really had much to say. They took off all their clothes and their shoes. Politely asked to be excused.
i just saw you in your apartment. you just took a shower. you smelled like your old shampoo. i threw out all those memories. all those things that remind me.
(Chorus: BoBo Norco). DJ Ghost. Why you mad, cause I'm rich?. Or you mad cause I might be fuckin' yo' bitch? (Nigga). It ain't my fault that you love that bitch (Nigga).
Recuerdo el día cuándo fui contigo. Fui con mi hija. Desde el día yo jámás sentí la misma. Qué estás tú me haciendo. El gusta es mío. Pero ahora soy asustado.
Been around the world. Fans impressed with her demeanor. Pristine like a queen. Bet you'd know if you've seen her. I think the time is clear. There's no one still competing.
CHARGE!. . [Afraid] she stands nose to starboard. Confronting the breeze of the unforgiving seas. [The rain], a cold embrace reminds her. That finding the colossus will likely end in their death.
The world weeps for the fallen warrior. The loss of a single feather at the end of a scale. While insignificant, it allows the power all to shift. Ever so slowly, and tip towards the bitter end.
Here in this sea of pain. She roams without knowing her way. And the murderous hours of rage. Continuously make her repay. . For all the moments she's lost in vain.
Standing tall by the river bend. That will bleed to the sea. She ponders. Just as the estuary harbors the fight to break free. . The war paint on the benevolent.
Days of vivid grace and. Days of gratitude. Abound for this brave and valiant child but she. . Stays in the sidelines and. Stays in the bitter shade of.
Faith, what a curious thing we crave. I believe. That you're the one who'll bring the balance back to all of us. Bring the light that beacons back to us.
Her eyes, blind as injustice. From the burning light in the box. Out of sheer desperation. But it worked, she is now free at last. Yet she's been cast.
Oh sweet child. You must forgive the halo of doubt among them. Oh sweet child. Forgive the pains the trial of the descendants will hold in store for you today.
Inside these chilling walls she must call home. She shivers in repeating desperation. And there her biggest fear beacons her to come. The box of her reluctant adoration.
i live in small room. with all my things and place. i see no reason to pretend. lock the front door. shut the curtains. that's a matter of decent. . nothing special.
Comme une sœur, tête coupée, tête coupée. Ell' ressemblait à sa poupée, à sa poupée,. Dans la rivière, elle est venue. Tremper un peu son pied menu, son pied menu..