You said you'd never leave or forsake me. When you said, this life is gonna shake me. And you said this world is gonna bring trouble on my soul. This I know.
You're blind to what's in front of you. What do you know about the truth. Devalued as, as soon as we're cast. We were never made to last. . Just bodies made and fabricated.
Escape confusion. Escape animosity. Escape confusion. Escape animosity. . From morality. A morbid animosity. Addicted to the epidemic. That deteriorates progression.
Your life is not a dream. The fading lights unforeseen. Find the Time to Comprehend. One less Prelude to the End. . Reaching out for the Unknown. Across the Darkness of your Soul.
A paralyzed mind embracing decay. Dead like carrion just wasting away. There is nothing. . Numbed by excess and complete saturation. Scarred influence by degeneration.
Conceived in a hell beyond your depth of perception. Chaotic case of conquering domination. Psychopath snaps fired chains of imprisonment. A bludgeoning force that's undermining the government.
Echoes of innocence. Distant and obsolete. Crying for a saviour. Crying inside prayer. No more no more. Echoes of innocence. Echoes of innocence. Burning away the shade.
Burn away the shade. Where babies were born and played. In the corporate eyes. These murdering machines. . Seeds of destruction. Feeding their hate. Slowly killing Indians.
This lonely isolation. Follows me through my dreams. I wander around with doubt. So cold and incomplete. . There is nothing here for comfort. No spark of hope I see.
everything that I've done. everything that I've tried. has led me on this long road. until we all collide. but i was the one who cared. when you were the one who cried.
("You will have a baby, a monster, an evil monster conceived in your womb, as big as I am small, and possessed by the devil himself!"). . Born to refuse.
Born to refuse, and raised to exclude. Fed myths to disprove by post-colonial prudes:. The city was evil, some country was evil, the hippies were evil,.
Written by Michael Kamen, Bryan Adams and Robert "Mutt" Lange. . ("Big size really doesn't matter. You think I got really big muscles in my pussy?"). ("What have you [???]").
(R.J. Johnson/Guiney/Reedy). Feel the glow from the lampshade, its the shadow that shows his age. He's an old man with a weathered soul, who burned to live before he got.
I hate this world where I was born. I loathe the knowledge pretention. The ethics and virtue mankind defends. . The hypocrisy of human venture where. Altruism is pride on even when.
So there was this DJ who was like kicking off. I don't know what he was doing. But it was sick man. Like, he was like. Hands in the air. . And then this cat walked in.
[airplane]- taking off. [singer]- uh no, everyday in every way. . Verse one. Gettin' paid, never caught in a raid. You get sprayed, prayed over and laid down.
Raising like the Mary from below the sea. She's got easy livin'. Dancin' in the evening till a quarter to three. She's got easy livin'. . She's never had a worry.
Start with a line each,. ended up with egg on my face,. shouldnt of picked the rotten peach,. a guests life its been,. milling about the wreckin,. spreading myself too,.
Never before have I seen you look so blue. Can't find the cure and nothing comforts you. The light at the end of the tunnel. Doesn't shine at the end of the day.