Fight for the power --- Janet Gabriel. . Got to fight for the power *4. . Chorus. Fight the power within yourself. Fight to set it free. Fight the power within yourself.
Nobody ain't telling me. What I can or cannot do. . Freedom is a choice. And freedom is gold. . Taking full responsibility. For sinking or swimming. .
I want you to love the things you love and even more. Follow me, follow me less gives less and more gives more. Is your love sweeter now than it was before?.
In the beginning, he was a baby. Just like any other baby, my little son, Foecke. . Who would have known, in the beginning. Looking at his tiny unprotected frame.
I like to keep the fires hot. I like to keep the coals a-glowin'. I like to keep the furnace a-burnin'. I like to keep the engine a-hummin'. To take home to my baby.
In the beginning there was the word. And the word was sent through. A thousand different telephone lines. And became garbled and distorted. And so began the long process of sorting out.
O and where are you going?. Said the False False Fly. To the lovely little child on the road. I am going to my school. Said the lovely little child. She was only but seven years old.
Your truth isn't the truth and sure ain't ours.. We can not believe what you want us to.. Reality's not what you want us to see, so please quit your FM Invasion..
I carve my arms, burn my skin, just to impress. The scars, the wounds don't hurt, your looks they cut. Now there's a red so deep, darker then the sky. It won't catch fire while the moon its light denies to offer shelter I'm stuck in pain. Wanna kiss you so hard, I wanna make you bleed. I wanna be inside you so deep, force you to scream. Now leave me be, leave me alone. I'll crawl right up, some day, some how. Now there's nothing to hold on to but the pain inside..
Since you've been gone i thought this over and over.. Trying to figure out.... Questioning where i went wrong.. You stayed the same as I drifted away..
I don't do this to get a fake piss at you.... It just feels nice to puke out bitterness. You walk around and expect me to be impressed.... By your knowledge and good looks that don't exist.
It's not your fault that you're pretty. And it's not your fault you breathe love. You can't help the way that you. Feel day to day. Always running, but not knowing what from.
I thought I told you. Not to be so nice. I thought I'd hold you. Just once or twice. But you stayed around. All this time. If I didn't go. You'd probably have changed.
The days were all the same, whirling. The nights were off shades. Standing picturesque. She stood and sat, moving her body. Clothed, dangling. It was all there was.
Just drifting down. A morning town. With stacks (slats?) of wood. And chicken wire. Took poaching egg. A wedding cake. Passed by the way. I heard it say.
Just because I don't have a diamond ring. Doesn't mean I'm gonna be your dirty fling. I'm just a-dancing with my girls on a Friday night. Don't even buying me a drink to have a good old time.
You know evil, know it well. The tree gave up its fruit at once. Ah! My hand it burns. Scarred with these prints. They will live when I die, that is a fact.
I know I don't have much to say. Mmmmmm I don't have much to show. But I'm waiting. I'm waiting. I don't have much to show. But I know, I know you. You're waiting too.
For today I'll smoke a cigar. For today I'll play your guitar. For today I'll be real nice. For today I'll cut you thrice. For today I'll cup your eyes.
I saw him winging around. He was a big buzzing fly. He took me to his home. It was a spider web. I said, no not this time. I looked around the corner.