I watch you. In my silence. I was you Last grey morning. . I want you. And I cast you. And I face disaster. . (Chorus) I ask you, being man. I have less use for dignification I know,.
I've been runnin' with the gone right people. we'll be coming for you. I've been dying with the unclean people. I know that. what will she do now that she don't love you.
Watch me as I dance under the spotlight-. Listen to the people screaming out more, more. 'Coz I create that feeling that keep 'em coming back,. I create that feeling that keep 'em coming back.
Now let me take you to the movies Magg. So I can hold your hand. Oh, it ain't that I don't like your house. It's just that doggone man. . And that double barrel behind the door.
Je n'connais qu'une fille qui se nomme Mona Lisa Klaxon. Elle vit dans une île entourée de crocodiles et de fantômes. Noire comme l'ébène, souveraine elle joue du trombone.
In my wrestling and in my doubts. In my failures You won't walk out. Your great love will lead me through. You are the peace in my troubled sea, oh oh.
It's not found in throwing roses on a grave. Or in the cursed bottom of a bottled plague. It wasn't in the torment that will never fade. But I see the truth now.
My God is I am who I am. The spotless Lamb. He's the Son of Man. He's the absolute perfection. He's my resurrection. And by God he's my protection!. .
The thorns crush my spine send them to the swine. I choke the pleasure and I drown in dust. All my cares are bones of rust. . Chorus. Wash me, Cleanse me, Heal me, Make me a mothman.
I know your heart and you mean well. sometimes you don't care how I feel. all the stories I can tell how you make me feel like I'm in hell. . I know if I could I'd really love to let it go (Ephesians 4:26-27).
Have mercy on me Oh God according to Your love. Cleanse me from my iniquity wash me from my sin. . Against You only have I done this sin and worked this evil in Your sight.
My white bicycle, my white bicycle. . Riding all around the street. Four o'clock and they're all asleep. I'm not tired and it's so late. Moving fast everything looks great..
Looking just to lay my head. Upon the bed. Everything is out of control. Doesn't anyone know?. Reality is scaring me. It's hard to breathe. And sometimes in the dead of the night.
Well, I'm sitting here wondering, would a matchbox hold my clothes?. Yeah, I'm sitting here wondering, would a matchbox hold my clothes?. I ain't got no matches, but I got a long way to go.
Mama, here's to mama. . Who was the first to love me so. And tenderly helped me to grow, mama. Who cleaned my nose and washed my clothes. And kept me warm through the winter's cold, mama.
All the things you want. All the things you need. You got the power to choose. You got the right to be all the things you loathe. . All the things you hate is what you will become.
Don't you jump in, it's not your fight. Your ideas mean shit to me. You ain't on my side. . It's my revenge, it's my revenge. . One last resort, my broken back.
Go to work, go to school. Get an education, so you won_t be a fool. Be a doctor, PHD, all that shit, that's not for me. . All my life people tell what to say.
Morraly confused 'cause i'm faced with the scum. the scum that keeps my emotions numb. fight with the images, i fight with my thoughts. suppress all the violence & keep backing off.