There's a sign from the barren soil,. dysfunctional ecology.. Cycles soon in turmoil.. Tomorrow's promises die. by an ancient golden deity.. Udders, one by one dry..
For the moon and the sun. And for the winds I've sung. Hear how the lovely tones. Dance upon my tongue. . I've gazed upon the Orion. For, oh, so many nights.
lay low. code slow. battered like dough. fed someone else's bed. sweat with the opposite. hid the physical body. back in the shack. short fuse. alcohol.
It's the comedy of tragedy that keeps me hanging on. Did you think i didn't see you roll your eyes at that last song?. We've all got better things to do.
Ain't nothing worth watching on the TV today,. and I can't stand working, and there ain't no shade.. Prayer is for weaklings. I'm banking n luck,. this city, my looks, and not giving a fuck..
The way you're holding me. I'm gonna blow up in your face. You know the way. You gotta light up and let go. . (I won't, I won't, I won't, I won't). You'd better let go.
This is getting old. and so are you.. Everything you know. and never knew.. Will run through your fingers. just like sand.. Enjoy it while you can.. Like a snake between two stones.
One day you're thinking that maybe you're feeling better. And you're probably an ok person, if only you had a job.... Through the hollow tombs can see them.
You have a winning way, so keep it. Your future, your future, your future.... . You are an angel heading for a land of sunshine. And fortune is smiling upon you!.
You say you have it all,. Here in your hands,. But I have everything I want,. And all that I need,. . And I will not losing sleep. Over you,. I will always have my faith,.
Two more and I'm on my way to my liquid personality. I'll turn into a clown. No one can bring me down. Who wants to get liquefied. Scream, lets get unified.
The things that make us deep. Are the things that we wont speak. Well, you and I. We don't feel like we used to. Every day's a memory gone by. What they are to me.
Handbrake, mistrust,disbelief. Give me the emergency exit key. Bulwer juice bottle and cheif. Im calling this a state of emergency. I never had teh chance not to drink.
I don't have the time to sing this fucking song. Ain't got no ideas, can't go fucking wrong. Pressure building up, bullshit going down. At each other's throats, looking for the sound.
My heart was once concealed. Searching for what was real. Precious feelings endured the strife. All those lonely, lonely nights. Confused as our hearts may be.
This tension is growing along with us, holding out,. we feel it, It stays through storms and summers now,. with no end. These days seem to shorten when you stand here,.
you break down systematically when everything is black and. white and red Is up for living enough to sleep at night?. you must be tired now from days and nights of growing old,.
Maybe I'm not trying to see you. Make believe there's something I'd do to show you its cool. You've got one chance, go out and get it going. I'll take my chances on something more perfect and new.
Leo woke up in his bed again. Startled by all his familiar friends. Burnt out stubs confectionery wrappers. Bottles spent and empty. Leo felt a terror in the world.