[Brogna / Christ]. . I went to a doctor with a pain in my head. He said: "Tumor boy! Six months you're dead,. It's gonna be slow and painful. It ain't gonna be no fun".
Stand up, you know you have the right too. Speak up, for the things that you believe. As we lift off, they will stab you in the back over again. Take your integrity.
And derailed, we failed. To keep our love on course. Now we lost what was left. Of any chance that we had. What a way to go out. . And derailed, I'm afraid.
Do you think that you're made of gold?. Invincible?. You think you can handle it?. You will learn from this. . I'm telling you, friend. This is something worth fighting for.
I can hear the colors. Hear what they say. I can taste the sounds. Voice of the soul sings inside. . Dreaming all the time. Deep in slumber. The expression of the soul.
The scars form a pattern. Symmetric in design. For each and every conflict. A mark you will find. . Wounds have opened bleeding. From the magic of your words.
Come storms of dawning revolutions. And sow the seed that will destroy. The waters deep conceal monumental depth. Yet hides the vastness from your eyes.
I transcend my earthly form. Through some questions never asked before. Question the need to be a machine. That responds automatically. . Some words will trigger certain acts.
The drug is in, invades within. The third eye is opening. Dimethyltryptamine and harmine. Natural secretions of the mind. . Ingestion, convulsion. Enlightenment, bliss.
Curves of rotation explained. Moving spiral galaxies. Detection through the caused reactions. Indirectly found. . Find deep within an unseen soul. Unveil its confined rays.
I'm sick of the silence. I shake as I give my point of view. I'll wait till your heads locked. and trap the blame right back on you. Why wont you believe me?.
When I look in your eyes, I can see disgust. But it's not in me, it's all in yourself. Raise your fist and speak your voice. Grab your chest and open your heart.
I'm descending, into you. . Feels like, dry hands, tearing me inside out. It all is burning. I cant, breathe anymore, too much to push away. I tell you how you make me feel and you just look away.
I try so hard to give this all I have. but something's in the way. I want to know that this times for real. not the lies you say. If I can think back hard to when we once were.
In tow they sink...to the lowest level. They lie, steal, cheat...they stand for nothing. The gods of greed...they feed on our failure. they planet their seeds, don't buy what they're selling.
Leo Sayer & Tom Snow. well, she talks in her sleep. about the men that she meets. with so much passion. in the morning I ask. but she takes me to task.
Russell Smith & James Brown. standing beside of the ocean. looking out across the water. everything is beautiful. but I still don't feel like I oughta.
Is she wearing my perfume?. Did you buy it for her?. When she cries do you cry too?. God I hate you. You know things about me. You're not supposed to.
Looking into her shadowed eyes. Looking into her shadowed skies. Dead America. Breathing her air. Feeling her scare. Dead America. The streets are throbbing with fear.
Dear Hope, I promise that I'll. Hold my own, don't let us part again. Cause the conflict aroused. Beckoned me to fall into the sea. . Like passion cut short.