Death Messiah. You're the one. Occult dreams. aren't your goal. Why you preach the Black Book. When handcuffs & whips are. Your game. Death Messiah. Your religion.
We're surrounded... just drop the gun (the fields have been cut off). The fields have been cut off with stars and black windmills. The ticking clock spins out of control, erosion claims the monuments.
Don't Kid Yourself, You Need a Physician. For days and weeks I made the parting call. I cupped my hands, my mouth in "O." I shouted saying, "Brothers, hold my fading arms in the air, I am weak!" They just faded there, my voice was gone. Who will rescue me from this body, not the arms, the fingers still... yes, they feel what they touch as well, cut the cords. Let the ancient Adam go. I've been dancing with this corpse for nineteen years. And when I said, "Who will shave my head, and on the might, reveal me in my skin?" All the secrets of fitness: all the fitness He requires is to feel your need for Him.*** In my room, in my room, in this gospel I have made, salvation is a broken cistern in a handmade frame. I cut the sheets into a flag, paint it red, self-pity hangs over the doorway in. From seven times seventy scraping knees, blood lets, deficiencies, these are the layers of bandages, protection from the sting. In this great lacking, I've found a way. And when I said, "Who will shave my head, and on that might reveal me in my skin?" All the secrets of fitness: all the fitness He requires is to feel your need for Him.*** Who will rescue me from this body, not the arms, the fingers still... yes, they feel what they touch as well, cut the cords. Let the ancient Adam go. I've been dancing with this corpse for nineteen years..
I could not look Him in the face, so I stood revarnishing the floor with my eyes. He stared into them with this love so offended and profound. He tore the center of my shirt and red ws bleeding through from underneath the white clothes that I wore. The fire of devotion was only an ember. Alarmed at this sign of decay, my legs gave out because there was no self left to stand on. Thus, my heart was grieved, vexed in my mind, still Your banner over me was love. My walls are ever before You, still Your banner over me is love. But it was Your kind arms cradling me, a criminal. But it was your kind arms cradling me, a criminal. Oh wretched worm of a man that I am, on Thy kind arms I fall.** I'm just a man. I'm just a criminal..
Don't matter white, green or blue.. I'll cut, crush, parachute you.. I'll just bottle it up, hope all is fine.. Bottle it up, til next Columbine.. Call me crazy, but I know that I'm just fine..
Hey man, here's my plan. I'm gonna break it. Hey you, don't be sad. Here's your chance, so take it. If you slap my face, if you don't call. Honestly, I don't care at all.
Remember a time when the summer'd never end. The whole world was waiting for me and my best friend. We'd sneak out, an' mess around, made up silly tunes.
Sentada en el andn. mi cuerpo tiembla y puedo ver. y a lo lejos silba el viejo tren. como sombra del ayer.. . No ser fcil ser. de nuevo un slo corazn..
El reloj de cuerda suspendido. el telfono desconectado. en una mesa dos copas de vino. y a la noche se le fue la mano.... Una luz rosada imaginamos. comenzamos por probar el vino.
Kingston, Amy!. This is the dance of life. Oh, oh, oh, turn up, oh, oh. This is the dance of life. Oh, oh, oh, oh!. . Touch my body now,. Make me feel alright.
(Verse). (Amy). . You say to me get a grip. why don't you now get lost. I'm so getting sick of you. critising me all the time. I can't take it any more so lets listen to what you have to say?.
The man in the moon is a woman in disguise. Behind the mask she has summer in her eyes. The night air hangs thick the crickets fade. From east to west the evenings on parade.
My dirty little secrets not a secret anymore. I cant even keep it from myself. Everybodys secret looks the same behind closed doors. If I had only known before I fell.
Dont say were going home now. Dont wanna be alone now. Weve got nothing that cant wait. Oh yeah. . Hold on whats the problem. All I know is I aint got em.
I fell for guys who tried to commit suicide. With soft rock hair and blood shot eyes. He tastes like Marlboro cigarettes, Reese's peanut butter cups. A Pepsi in his hand, gettin' off the school bus.
Was just the other day when you said to me. That you had enough. Told me that you wanna move on with your life. And now you sing to me the same old melody.
I wronged my baby. I thought that he was foolin' me. He lied before now didn't he. But I sure miss his company. Don't go yet John. My list isn't that long.
Yeah I got all your messages. 30 seems a bit excessive. Could I be less interested in you. . What do I have to do to make you get the message. It couldn't be that hard to figure out.
If it's all the same. I don't owe you anything. But these dull regrets. and empty stinging eyes. Don't feel like mine these days. . I hate to say. The ache won't seem to go away.
Talk to me. Now what is going on?. I don't know what you're thinking. Just look at me and tell me what is wrong. It feels so like we're faking. Remember how we used to say "forever".