The colour of grace alters. depending on the light. reflects my manic state. commotion fades. all details and shades. leaving black and white. . Blinded by obscurity.
I used to be a man of principle. always in a hurry but yet in time. then I met this individual. since nothing's been in rhyme. Breast implants and bleached hair.
Trees, trees hum. and birds sing. screaming the moon to come. Moon, smiling wide. it colours the scene. blue, red and deep green. Green, green trees. they scrape the clouds.
Gravity hard to beat. caught in urges. I just can defeat. It pulling me down. flat on the ground. weak flesh compels to. shed my second skin. . Craving.
Speak your mind, I just closed. Off my insides following, taking me. Where you're leading. . I've come to see this is me. What I need is in front of me.
It's cold here, living in my world of fear. I'm scared to let you know. And let my feelings show. How wrong I've been to wait this long. . I feel the change.
I don t like the way I m living. No one gives me any choice. You don t like the way I m singing. But all I got is my fucking voice. I can t get a word in edgeways.
It's getting out of hand they don't understand. they never ever will they never. ever can. I don't wanna live if I can't be free. the system kills but it won'tkill me.
Yeah, when, when I was a little altar boy. I swear it gave me so much joy. Cause I could really feel that amazing grace. Now I don't know what is right.
Isolation always grows. Cold frustration fills our souls. Disillusion is the goal. Direct the masses, let the profit grow. . We spend our lives in apathy.
If you look them in the eyes. You will see the desperation. If you're looking at your screen. You can see the devastation. . See the hate. There's fire in their eyes.
YOU ARE ON THE ROAD TO HELL. I KNOW THE PATH AS WELL. I`VE SEEN MANY DEPRESSED. WHO`VE BEEN WALKING THE SAME WAY. THE DEVIL IN YOUR VEINS. IS HUNTING YOU AGAIN.
Written by Marty Stuart and Paul Kennerley. . I'd go lookin' for you, if you wanted me to. If you wanted me around. And I'd go anywhere, as long as you were there.
I'd go lookin' for you if you wanted me to. If you wanted me around. And I'd go anywhere as long as you were there. If you wanted me around. . If you needed me, well, baby, there I'd be.
Well, I hear there's a place somewhere down south,. Where you don't need a hook to catch a small mouth.. No rod, no reel, no bait, no doubt:. Just whistle from the bank and they all walk out..
Down a dangerous road, I have come to where I'm standing. With a heavy heart and my hat clutched in my hand. Such a foolish fool, God ain't known no greater sinner.
Written by Craig Wiseman and Trey Bruce. . Well I've got a steady job that pays enough. A second hand car that don't break down much. I've got a two-toned hound dog wagging it's tail.
violence in your soul.. common sense you don't know.. tired of being played.. little boy you're just afraid.. I'm not your enemy.. i know you disagree..