this one i can beat. this one i'll survive. if i could rest. with meaning replete. while hope is alive and thought suppressed. and when i look out. the universe slings.
I remember making love on a Sunday. Like throwing hearts in a fresh cut grass in May, whoa. I remember making out on the airplane. Still afraid of flying but with you I'd die today, whoa.
[Verse 1]. I'm digoxin from the foxglove plant. The last remaining VX from Anniston. I'm an ACN and I'm DDT. Tap into your spine. I am a chemistry. . [Verse 2].
All my loves are hidden in pieces. All my loves are within a wild night. All my loves are hidden in pieces. All my loves are within a wild night. . All my loves are hidden in pieces.
My patience hampers the evil that hallucinates the light. The eye of the ephemera is warning me watch out the life. I see into the spike, this isn't the usual way to die.
India, India, India. India, India, clarified butter from the holy cow. India, India, India. . I'm a pauper bereft of spiritual vision. Looking for a guru such a decision.
Identity. Is the crisis. Can't you see. Identity identity. . When you look in the mirror. Do you see yourself. Do you see yourself. On the t.v. screen.
I LIVE OFF YOU. AND YOU LIVE OF ME. AND THE WHOLE WORLD. LIVES OFF OF EVERYBODY. SEE WE GOTTA BE EXPLOITED. SEE WE GOTTA BE EXPLOITED. BE SOMEBODY BE SOMEBODY.
I live off you. And the whole world. And you live off me. Lives off of everybody. See we gotta be exploited. See we gotta be exploited. . By somebody by somebody.
I can't write. And I can't sing. I can't do anything. I can't read. And I can't spell. I can't even get to hell. I can't luv. And I can't hate. I can't even hesitate.
I am a poseur and I don't care. I like to make people stare. I am a poseur and I don't care. I like to make people stare. . Exhibition is the name. Voyeurism is the game.
I am a cliche. I am a cliche. I am a cliche. I am a cliche. I am a cliche you've seen before. I am a cliche that lives next door. I am a cliche, you know what I mean.
a. TONIGHT IM FEELIN IT HA. SOMEONE GONNA MAKE AH. SURE U GONNA DO DA, HUA!. MAKE YA WANNA DO DA WHOOOO. . chorus. (SUNDAY MORNING I GOT LOVIN DOWN. TUESDAY MORNIN I CANT STAND NO MORE.
It's like you don't know if your dreaming...... It's just so right..... . I don't know what it is......It just feels right..... Something not understood.....It justfeels right..
1, 2 Gangrel's coming for you. Gangrel, can you come out and play?. 3, 4 better lock your doors. Gangrel, can you come out and play?. . I won't stop 'til I see blood.
I'm a part of the fellowship of the unashamed.. I have Holy Spirit power.. I've stepped over the line.. The decision has been made.. I'm a disciple of His..
Shoes out of leather. Tongue dried out. The fuel's all gone, engine stopped. . Sister, please stay till I tell you how I left. And the color blue's for me.
It is time to remember. It is time to forget. It is time to be dry. It is time to be wet. . Look over the mountains. Look out in the sea. It is time. (It is time, it is time).
Oh, I want to walk this world around. I'd want to walk this world around. Wanna see all the people. Takin' everyday one step at a time. . It was just a moment ago that I remember.
Talk about biting the hand that feeds. Sitting there watching as it bleeds. Try your best in the winter light. When it really should be summer night. .