Well, the rumor is that you've been seen. Running like and old greyhound. Acting like you're over me. Out there painting the town. And it seems, no matter where I go.
Since the day I was born my mother used to say,. I pity the man that will carry you away,. I never knew exactly why it's something that builds up inside,.
You were talking loud. I was waiting for a noise complaint. You just gave the look. I must have said something you hate. Now you want to argue. You want to tell me everything that's wrong.
Id rather not go where the people I know. Have no hooks to hang from. Now she wears fake fur, its speaking volumes for her. Its a freak-show for mother nature.
I don't know where to start; there's just so much to say. And no - one's home so I can indulge again.. I don't know where to stop; I never really tried..
I'm all alone now, check it out. Me and you should take a vacay. I got a plan now, we're going out. Save your whining for another day. . Here's the thing I wanna talk about.
Can it be more darker. Darker than your blackest mind. Can i or can it be seen. From the long distant far. . Deep down in the void of soul. Soul cries for feed it`s hunger.
A poetic rhythm brought by the storm No grace, no glory - pure pleasure in Pain Two. horned master is on the rise Deaths riding in by the storm they are driven Cant you hear.
Growling in the night when the gromwell dies, hearing the whispering. from the empty hall...diskies.. . Coming from graves, from the night, when the shadows of the winter rises from the.
From the stairway he threw with the languages unknown,. the words of truth and the cohort of fools.. Named the man of black for the back of his hands,.
united together...you preach to us before. don't change or sellout, that's what you said to us. a blinded following, naive kids don't understand. our music, our style, is all taken away.
Hollywood, Hollywood. Well I guess I love Hollywood. Where the streets are made of dreams. I came back with no more money. Just a craving for the scene.
1 2 3 hut!. . anybody would of thought. i'd have dialed 911 the way you come running. And your right there by my side if. you think there's the slightest problem..
you always told me i was special. but now i dont know what you meant. i thought everything was fine, but just was a lie. i dont know how you expect me to just forget.
Well, I miss the sounds of Tennessee. And the smell of heavy rain. The roses in the garden. Laugh before the pain. But I hear his voice close in my ear.
It's all coming back to me now. But try as I have to keep. The taste of you off of my tongue. Your face from my fitful sleep. . An' I wait and hope against hope like before.
I brought you back to life. Saw your flesh turn the color of sand. And it still hurts as much this time. As it did when I hit the floor. In Kalamazoo I watched you turn off.