Waiting for this jury to unwind. 'Cause it's been so hard wearing my heart up my sleeve. Words won't say the sounds that I can hear. A thousand sunshines on rainclouds.
It coulda been good. it coulda been something special. it may have had real potential. it never could show. It coulda been great. it could been something alright.
There used to be a time. You're the only one that you could see. You built a wall to keep you free. You saw it all so perfectly. . You divided everything.
Just the other day, I was looking for myself again. Trying to put back all the pieces, back to the way they were. Sometimes its not so easy, when you have so many voices tell you what to do.
From way up on the 100th floor. the people look like nothing more than ants just bumping into one another.. If you grew up way too slow in a small town under snow.
Don't wanna go there, I've had a late night. I'm feeling nauseous, chemicals enter my brain. I'm a control freak, an internet geek. I get these cravings, to get out and escape.
Bow your head and close your eyes. there's no getting' off this ride. With a blanket wrapped around your skin. You're shakin' like a leaf my friend. You never found your peace in life.
The fights they never end. Like the nights they've taken me over. And yeah, I get the fear. But I cannot be bothered. . And all this waiting is just hesitating for nothing.
Falling along cloudy walls. A dizzy dive through hazy fumes. Along the perfect body. Of dreamless clean white sheets. . Falling like breaking adrift. Going with the tide where mortals can't swim.
I need a hand, I need a hand. Can you understand, I got no plan. Lookin' for a new brochure. Just starin' in the sand. . In my defense, in my defense.
Freak scene. . Seen enough to eye you. But I've seen to much to try you. It's always weirdness while you. Dig it much too much to fry you. The weirdness flows between us.
It's floating through the abyss. Under the brig my head swings down. Beware her wrath, the image gone. The shell is crumbling, fix my frown. . This spell would be clear in non-tradition.
Things happen and no one told me. You can't think, you can't drink it. You laughed again, then you rode me. I won't drop it, you can't stop it, now. .
I feel the pain of everyone. Then I feel nothing. I feel the pain of everyone. Then I feel nothing. . I feel the pain of everyone. Then I feel nothing.
She's got a little book. She thinks it tells the truth. Easy answers so simple she can't refuse. It's disengenous, just like the smile on her face. Somewhere here there's a mind that has been misplaced.
HE WAS PREACHING AT THE BUS STOP, HE WAS DRUNK,. DRUNK ON MOUTHWASH, TALK SHIT. HE A FOR A CIGARETTE I GAVE HIM A MINT. A LADY ASKED WILL THE SIX SOON.
It's like picking up the pieces is a daily chore. Thinking of your time card forms a habit. Watching rick folks on T.V.'s like picking a sore. Fuck it all, they can have it.
Did you hear the latest one. About the footprints on your back. About how they lied. About how they stole. To keep each other in the black. . I really wonder when it all comes down.
watch them laugh unashamed. when they tear your rights away. they're counting on your silence. broken down by the weight. of the climate they create. psychological violence.
I kind of feel I've lost the words and the reasons. I sit at home, Drinking by myself. I get a headache from the things I believe in. The simple truths can be so absolute.