I don't want to barge in on your secrecy. See dependency, see it means nothing to me. I don't want to hear about your problems. . And I don't want to listen to your apathy.
[ T.J. BERRY ]. . I SEE A LIGHT THAT S SHININ'. THROUGH THE DARKNESS FAR AWAY. [ PRE-CHORUS ]. ITS IN THE CORNER OF MY MIND. ITS FOR THE SAKE OF ALL MANKIND.
[ verse 1 ]. Wounds that will not heal. Cover the scars of the tortured soul. Like broken machinery. Rusted and in the rain cannot be the same. [ bridge ].
Dream on, saul younger. Dream on, saul younger. I know this world won't change. . Dream on, saul younger. Dream on, saul younger. I know this world won't change.
You say I done it wrong again. They say I left myself with nothing much to give. And they try and show me how to live. I must be good, repent and forgive.
Well, it's a most peculiar feeling, like sunburn in the evening. With dark clouds on their way. And you think it's most unlikely life could ever shine as brightly.
I'm andy cole's tortured soul lost out again in front of goal. I wish I had your cocaine confidence. Some girls are easier on the eye but could you take the silent lives.
O'r seddau gwag. Daw'r lleni i fynu byth eto. Yn araf deg. Mae'r gweddill yn llithro agor. . (Wyt ti wedi sylweddoli fod y rhai sy'n edrych arnat ti trwy'r welltin yn ff'l?).
Mor hawdd mear croen yn gwhanu. Dal yn ddydd. Cymorth llwm y diffynnydd. Yn ddydd o hyd. . Pwy biar breichiau syn ymestyn?. Dirycheulyd bywyd plentyn.
The sun is shinin'. We should be makin' hay. But we're dead from the waist down. Like in California. . Victory is empty. There are lessons in defeat. But we're dead from the waist down.
The sun is shinin'. We should be makin' hay. But we're dead from the waist down. Like in California. . Victory is empty. There are lessons in defeat. But we're dead from the waist down.
I've got my work cut out with you. You tore bits out of me. Your carpet burns and bruises blue. Are there for all to see. . But I can tell you've been through hell.
It's like the rules were never made. all the fools will not be save. So we pack bags and run into the rain. Down electric streets we'll burn.. every look a chance to learn.
She came from a little Southern town. dressed in pretty hand-me-downs. And wiht a tougue like bitter wine. cut through a thousand dreams of mine. My sentimental education.
Shadows of whisper rising.... Open the stormwings over the night when the dusk of the thorns, in the sky the clouds are. burning when the moonlit shines on the winter..
Am I the chosen one. king of the darkest thrones. blessed with demons blood. which makes my way through the christian flood.. . Am I the poisoned one.
Oh yes!. . Down in the bar. every fucking night. getting in trouble. and getting into fights. . If you lost your job. or if you lost your home. If your girlfriend left you.
I'll tell you a little story. A man roaming the streets. The one with raggedy clothes. The one you ignore to see. . I'll tell you a little story. A man i used to know.
You put is all on welfare and try to keep us tame. The food stamps we get so we don't question the system. Spread diseases on us and blame it on the gays.
We're the punx. . We're the fucking punx. We're few, but we are real. . The way we fucking feel. This noise is for real. You know who we are. We're here til the end..