Army ants living a little whit lie. A slave to the wage and the nine to five. I want the monotony. I need the anonymity. My job defines who I am. It's my personal Jesus.
Army ants living a little white lie. . A slave to the wage and the nine to five. I want the monotony. I need the anonymity. . It's my personal jesus. My job defines who I am.
Broken your eyes,. Stare back at you. But this mirror wasn't made for one. You know that when they're here. . Cause distance. Is damage. And these words.
Fuck me. Baby, wont you fuck me?. Fuck me. Baby, wont you fuck me?. . I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I,. I dont know what to say. . So fuck me. Baby, wont you fuck me?.
Its not much better than death. Giving up on everything. With every cynical breath. The air keeps thickening. The spite will fill our lungs. Till we spit it out proudly.
There was a man from Allentown who fed his son to death. He calmly watched him gorge himself until his final breath. And there he stood surprised and shocked above his tiny frame.
I'm passing through the doorway now. Everything is upside down. The one that I am leaving. Is the one I'm really trying to find. I know. It's so stupid.
Nothing seems to work behind these walls. Communication is breaking down. Empathy is nothing but a myth. So tell me who you really are. . Flash. And our world is no more.
Well, I've been running right behind you. Lord, I'm wearing out my shoes. I been saving up my lovin', saving it for you. Well, it's like trying to build a fire in the rain.
I could not repay in one lifetime. All the love you gave me. You've become such a woman. Still you let me call you baby. . I love you now and I always will.
There are tears in the eyes of the scarecrow. His head is sinking' low. He tends his fields with the best of them. Thinkin' love can make it grow. . But when the landlord says, "It's over".
I'm back on my feet, got it straight in my mind. Don't ask how I'm doing, I'm doing just fine. Now I got it all under control. If I acted much higher then you'd see I'm down so low.
When a man walks out of his house one day. Looks up to a big blue sky. Thinks about his past. And looks to the future. And then the answer sparkles in his eye.
When I signed on. I was sixteen. Had to lie about my age. Had me hair cut short already. At the time 'twas all the rage. I heard so many stories. About the crack in Mullingar.
As I'm talking my words slip to the floor. and they crawl through your legs and slide under the back door. rendering me freakish and dazed.. Well here I am. I don't know how to say this..
Listen to the thunder of the forces we reveal. Listen to the voices of the children we conceal. Fortress of the universe is tearing down the wall. Breaking all dimensions through the essence of the call.
I said I'd walk you home after our third round. Of pouring whiskey down the barrel of our guts. I grabbed hold of your hand.. We're up and we're out and we're yelling through the streets.
Don't be afraid to fall. . They kicked me out of the parade. I guess I had too much to see. I couldn't bend to fit myself inside the lines. And I have wasted all this time just trying.
Hey Mom, I am far from home. Do you miss me? I really miss you. Hey Dad, what's been going on?. Tell me how's my brothers, yeah, how's my sister. . Lately, I feel so far away.