Created Fantasy

Lost in confusion we stand on the edge, visions and pictures created for you to believe.. It all looks the same like loops in unreal, illusions they are to gain..

Crush

I will move inside you,. With clarity that far becomes you,. What I know is what I feel and. What I feel is what I know. And you can feel.. . What I fear is I'm never understanding,.

Cardboard Believer

You're washing away everything. The world means nothing to a dreamer. Theyre puppets on their strings on the TV screen. It means nothing to me, Cardboard believers in nothing.

Crashing Down

Everyday I pull tighter. Bring you closer to the fire. Choke the life from your eyes. As I inhale your dying breath. . Who need enemies with friends like you.

Chopping Block

This is your end. no one to save you. tore a hole through me. left me for dead. tare down your walls. to fill my soul. consume this hate. to make me whole.

Chains Of Bloodshed

This world is slowly dying. So thick death in the air. Condemned by your creations. Man is a god in ruins. . Look into our past. History repeats itself.

Combination Lock

Closed Captioned

Your etiquette. Your rules on interaction. What are you waiting for?. Nobody's home we're all out trying to find one. What are we waiting for?. The recipe a clear connection the time the time the time the time.

Caustic Acrostic

Lights out for the cynical sharps. For their wide-eyed foils and all attendant props. Supporters of flash and pan-fried fucks. Who grease like cops throwing round their weight.

Cassavetes

Crush my calm you cassavetes. I was sitting tight so quiet quiet. In the dark till the lights came up my heart. Beating like a riot riot. Hollywood are you sitting on a sign.

Cashout

on the morning of the first eviction. they carried out the wishes of the landlord and his son. furniture's out on the sidewalk next to the family. that little piggie went to market,.

Comme Un Soleil

Paroles : Pierre Delano et Michel Fugain. Musique : Michel Fugain et Georges Blaness. 1970 by ditions Musicales le Minotaure. R. Comme un soleil, comme une claircie.

Cold Summer

The times I felt you on my breath. They scraped me to the bone. The times I fell the give no rest. And they held me down. You've been hit now, you've been sorry.

Coming Back

World is perfect thanks to you. You're my only one and your. Dreams are coming back. Dreams are coming back. dreams are coming back. . Amazing days I've spent with you.

Cold

(Your eyes ain't pretty anymore). You're not the one I adore. (And your hips never wave when you walk). You're not the one I adore. . And I won't ever change my mind.

Cool Like Me

He was a bored ', she was a bored lover. You can be anything you want to be. You can be cool, cool like me. He was a bored ', way you go out and hustle.

Close Up

Is this a feeling of something about to happen?. Like snapping out of something I didn't realize I was in. Was I sleeping? What?. . How can you be so sure.

Corruption

The lowest form of life that's crawling in our streets. From seedy dope pushers to the politicians we meet. The sorry religious vomit that infests in our TVs.

Conscience

Get up, do what you want. Before, before it's too late. Don't, don't worry yourself. Of others I don't think. . Kick down the door. To hell for more. Severe injections, a lethal dose.

Condemned

This time We'll fight back. This time We'll know. Implant hysteria. Who Really knows?. . This time we'll kick back. This time we'll see. A bullent right.