It's been far too long, we've known all along. This was going on, can't seem to respond to anything. So we carry on with our lives, we rewind. We can't find, we deny.
I'm gonna keep on holding on. . Times are changing, rearranging. All the raging over little things has got me all confused. And I don't why, but it seems I caught the big lie.
I wanna be a transparency. Live my life so that you can see Elohim. No longer see a little boy in his teens. Getting by tryin' to fit in like an OG. .
I don't wanna live like this no more. Take me to the place we were before. Now I feel like running away. Did I really need you to stay?. I can't live like this inside my mind.
Look out your front door, there's ship comin' in. I can't tell you what it brings. So carry your grief on down to the port. Tonight were bound for other shores.
Traced in a wet sand her name in perfect cursive.. A love letter to the crescent moon.. By tommorrow it will be gone I told her.. There is no tommorrow she said..
I always thought it fitting. The way they chose the next victim. With a bouquet of dying flowers. And how happy they appeared. As they ducked into the smiling hearse.
It flows like red lava upon a city. Of outstretched arms awaiting. Deliverance, awaiting rebirth as infestation. Beneath the skin of a goddess. . Divinity through association crawling toward mirages.
Stitched together into this beautiful monster animated by starlight.. Pose like a fashion corpse and shed your denim skin my love.. It is just a skull full of chlorine in the septic tank..
Hey Christina I'm not bitter, hey.. Hope it's pouring on your wedding day,. and floods you marquee.. . Hope you lose your car at Ikea.. Hope you never find a comfortable bra..
Hips, tits, lips, power. Hips, tits, lips, power. Hips, tits, lips, power. Hips, tits, lips, power. This one truly deserves to be on every British hit list.
do you know how i feel when i'm alive?. it's kinda like you giving me sex. and you know no one gives me sex. [we like to bump...hey we like to bump]. [we like to bump...hey we like to bump].
(Maitland/Glenister). Good morning - it's raining. Everything you ever said - Yeah. But, this morning, the way it's falling. Nothing's landing on my head.
Heureux d'un printemps qui me chauffe la couenne. Triste d'avoir manqu encore un hiver. J'peux pas faire autrement, a me fait de la peine. On vit rien qu'au printemps;.
Heureux d'un printemps qui me chauffe la couenne. Triste d'avoir manqu encore un hiver. J'peux pas faire autrement, a me fait de la peine. On vit rien qu'au printemps;.
This is not suitable. For human consumption. You ask how I know. It's just 'cause I read the label. And I listened to the sound. . We are living through the lost riff generation.
I'd rather take the long way home. I'd rather get lost on the side walk. the wind blew so hard last night. where do the ducks go in the wintertime?. .
I haven't tried it, but I think I've quite decided I won't wake you when you're dead. And if you mind them you can just go out and find them. Take all their stuff and pave over the land.
Baby , Baby, Baby , Baby. . Baby i should be your call girl. You can come pick up at eight. I'll be standing on the conner. & if you got the money. you should pay.