Let me up, let me out. I am suffocating, I can't live without. This all behind me. Is this almost over now?. . The longest night my darkest hour. Where you will find me.
I am the one that's calling inside of your brain. I am the one that makes you feel all the shame. Never mind my name. . We don't wanna believe that the world can still move on.
I like, I like suicide mixed with Jesus Christ, yeah. I like, I like Jesus Christ mixed with suicide, yeah. I am, I am genocide mixed with Turkish lies, yeah.
Dark december, let me go. Close the curtain on the love that I know. Turn the table, and draw the light. For I know the grass is greener on the other side.
All these years you turned your back on me. It took time but I know just what this means. . And I feel so small when you take it all. you push me away.
He's utterly sarcastic- aesthetically confused. He tells me I'm bombastic I want to be his muse. An ordinary person who peeked into his void. Would only wake up bitter and deeply paranoid.
Verse:. Make it a lie and I will get by. Hanging on strings that dont exist. Im caring too much thinking to little. Get by with a touch get caught in the middle.
Verse:. Were we assuming too much. In a virtual touch. That claimed all our lives in what. Were calling love. All the smiles weve created. In bedtimes.
One day I was wondering. I didn't know what to do that day. I stared at myself in the mirror. I saw a Twentieth Century slave. There I was in my back room.
Holy Macaroni and the Stutter Jive King. Used to run Chicago doing the gangster thing. They'd keep that Smith and Wesson in the pocket of their pants.
Tonight I'm going. To New York city. The place I'll call my home. And tonight I'm going where the climate's shitty. Where I won't feel so alone. And I will build it up right from the ground.
Baby!. You don't wanna make me cry. or I will fill you with the emptiness inside.. . Okay! Alright!. . Baby!. You don't wanna say goodbye. or I will soak you in this rich formaldehyde..
I wanna rob you of your game face. So I can cower beneath your words. 'Cause I'm a freak from the same place. Let suicide make a meal for birds. . Into your heart, I've got the dagger.
There are babies with guns beheading their friends. In shopping malls around the world. Yet somehow the Kings of Leon still find time to write songs about girls.
In my dreams we fly away from all the palm trees of this place and the smell of its decay. I can taste the clouds and my wings can carry me to your window.
Last night I woke up in the evening. Just as the sun began to fall.. Resolved to stroll down the street to your house. Just to show that I've got balls..
l was smokin joints, poppin pills. and now l'm feelin ill. oh, me heart is livin in, the 60's still. . lyrics:. l took off my clothes, in the odeon. just to watch the woodstock film.
I've tried going to discos. Throwin' shapes on the floor. Nuthin' ever happens. I don't go any more. Girls never know. What I'm talkin' about. So I think I'll just take.
So far from home. My cry of pain. Won't ease my longing heart. I miss you mam. I miss you dad. I'm falling apart. Now when I look out my window. Through a winter's evening rain.
It might be raining and it might be cold,. and the bishops gone and left the fold,. oh we're standing proud and we're walking tall,. we got michael d rocking in the dail for us.