The thoughts from my mind. Command my lips, say, "I hate you". The thoughts from my mind. Command my hands to cut your silken flesh. . The thoughts from my mind.
To my mother, to my father. It's your son or it's your daughter. Are my screams loud enough for you to hear me. Should I turn this up for you?. . I sit here locked inside my head.
I just had to let you know. 'Cuz I don't always let it show. You give me needed room to grow. And I just had to tell you so. . You fill me up. You're in my veins.
What's happened to you? It's obvious you've changed. Something deep inside you is probably to blame. Must be lonely up there with your head up in the clouds.
You in your shell. Are you waiting for someone to rescue you. From yourself. Don't be disappointed when no one comes. . Don't blame me you didn't get it.
Yea.... Like a thread of the darkest clouds rolling in on a sunny day. Yea.... Like a field that has no rain. Yea.... Like a dog that wanders aimless with no name.
I try to breathe. Memories overtaking me. I try to face them but. The thought is too much to conceive. . I only know that I can change. Everything else just stays the same.
I'm tangled and broken. Left scattered on the floor. It's useless now. These pieces they. Can never make make me whole. . You wither. And you blister.
When I was a young boy, I was honest. And I had more self control. If I was tempted I would run. . Then when I got older. I began to lie to get exactly.
When I was a young boy, I was honest. And I had more self control. If I was tempted I would run. . Then when I got older. I began to lie to get exactly.
The beltway around Des Moines. Completed in record time. Dedicated anniversary. Of four lanes crossing our state line. . Hot sun all day. Brightens local water holes.
I think I'm going slightly mad. It might be all the dreams I've had. It could be all the things I've seen. All the things I wish I'd been. I'd like to introduce you.
I wanna be a freak don't know why,. I wanna sprout wings and try to fly,. I wanna drop n passers-by, oh my, oh my, oh my, oh. I wanna be purple spotted pink,.
well it started out when we were very young. schoolyard kids on the prowl just havin Fun. smokin cigarettes and tryin to buy some beer. the eight before twentyone.
Oh God, here it comes again. Here's that memory. Breaks my back. And when I figured it out. . Yeah, I thought I'd get by. Here it comes. Blacken the sun.
I was not looking for anybody. I was not searching, searching for a thing. I was not looking for a new direction. I was not lost trying to find my way.
All you want is just the fame and glory. All you're left with is the same old story. All you'll get is just an empty promise. Do you still want me?. Do you still want me?.