victim of collision on the open sea. nobody ever said that life was free. sink swim go down with the ship. but use your freedom of choice. i say it again in the land of the free.
all that I wanted. was a space to rectify. to rid deception. to sift and purify. . filter out the desecrated. sift. sanctify what she created. . dying with a goal.
caught as I run. I question my existence. I put myself on trial. confronting my values. deciding my verdict. accepting my fate. fields of illusion. I - fear - the - path - that - has - yet - to - come!.
(featuring Masai Bey). . Since the beginnig, there has always been smut. God is smut, death is smut, your girl is probably smut, hip hop is smut. And now, for your pleasure, all you dirty fucks.
If we hold on to each other while we die. Then together through the Heavens we will fly. Maybe we could share a place somewhere beyond. Maybe I'll wind up Chinese and you'll be blonde.
She's got a new boy. I guess that's good for her. I know she'll have more in common with him. Than with me anymore. . It's just the thought. Of another arm around her shoulder.
In the city the commute is a silent train. full of tired workers. Blank stares,. discomfort, and caffeine keep them. awake. And it seems so sad to me..
Riding my bike over the Mass Ave bridge,. and I'm staring at the cityscape.. Seems like forever since we started this adventure. and the days are getting shorter again..
While you sleep, in the comfort of your bed,. someone's coming after you.. When you awake, to the billboards on your way to work,. someone's coming after you..
And I'll tell you, it's all- allright. You say your heart is open, but your love is bad. You try and use your words, but you only get what you get. By this time, you'll try to fall apart.
Frankly, Mr. Shankly, this position I've held. It pays my way, and it corrodes my soul. I want to leave, you will not miss me. I want to go down in musical history.
Glowing eyes that ask if I would risk it all. Fight the crowding dark away. I can't help but feel that You are searching me. At the dusk of summer's first day.
She says there so much of love. That is left to be learned. Mislead, push comes to shove. When you feel the love returned. . Feels like fire. Feels like fire.
I know that I can be lonely. So stay with me, don't play with me. Don't blow out everything. You've got to know how I feel. It's my Achilles heel, feeling lonely.
Is my face familiar?. Maybe you'll remember me.. Is my voice familiar?. This is the sound I made.. Place these knives into my chest.. Twisting and sticking..
It's a family affair. It's a family affair. It's a family affair. It's a family affair. . One child grows up to be. Somebody that just loves to learn.
He takes the blame for his family's pain. It's not your fault son I hear them say. And what does he have now but broken dreams?. And only promises that they'll never keep.
Driven to silence but I'm drowning in sin. My mandolin hangs on the wall once again. I can't seem to find the right words from within. But I won't be looking for long.
FM, FM. . I live in a town with a hundred lights around. My head is like a radio set. I'm waiting to hear what program is next. What program is next? FM.