Attention all you humans. Who feel the overload. A message from the underworld. We finally broke the code. There is no god in heaven. There is no answer fit.
And false accusations destroy relationships. I hope you're happy with all the lies you've spread. Well I say we change things up,. Trade out this hate with love.
So I'll kiss the morning air and fly away. . I used to hold you close,. But now your picture frames. They're the closest you will ever be to me. And I rejoice at our dismissal.
verse 1:. i've done so much wrong. it outweighs the good. i've found the hardest things to do. are the ones i should. but You gave me all the grace. i needed to get out.
They're tearing up streets again they're building a new hotel. The mayor's out killing kids to keep taxes down. And me and my anger sit folding a paper bird.
I woke you up at four this morning. To whimper and to whine. To hear myself through spit and crackle. Of a poor long distance line. Twelve clever ways to say I love you.
I want to call a request through heating vents,. And hear them answered with a whispered no,. To crack the code of muscles slack and tense,. Let every second step in boots on snow,.
Talking to you, talking to me. across the satellite. The star of modern man. but this old-fashioned girl. stands still in time. . Ohhh oh oh. . There's nothing to cure.
Midnight is calling. The moon is up above. And I can hear you calling. Those sad eyes looking for love. . Tied up by your memories. It's quarter to four.
There's rust on your jacket. And mud on your lip. And I wonder where you're going. And I wonder where you've been. . 'Cus you know that I'm listening.
This is "my home town song". A "how it's like at home song". Spending hours all alone. Waiting by the phone. . It's hard to say come closer. When you're so far away.
We spend our money on guitars. Write songs about our broken hearts, we're shit city stars. And when we don't, we're still aware. That we're pop revolutionaries, aren't we cool?.
Welcome how are you feeling today?. What did you do yesterday?. Another life slipped away. . Howcome murder one is all you think of. Is that all you dream of.
Inside of me I can see the hope of glory. Years ago He came knocking on my door. Inside of me I can hear a simple question. Just whose glory am I hoping for.
Every once and a while I start to contemplate how a person like me could be used by the great God. Then I look at those who lived before me, in their imperfections they showed God's glory. Moses and the burning bush everybody knows that he was always doubting what God could do. Gideon could never understand how God could use, an itty-bitty man like me. (2x).
Shoot to kill. Dont injure me, no. Stale sheet slips. From her waist across her thighs. . She cast the die on your plans. Chances on everything. You take your life in your hands.
My little girl shaves her head in the shadows. Hides in the park with a strongbow and arrow. Man she don't need to work when she begs steals and borrows.
Sick i'm walking.. tick. Im talking.. Down the street and Im sick. Of the talk of the trick thats every time we meet. But.. Oh, I dont know why. Oh, I don't know why..
he tries to play it safe. like he knows he should,. but he lives inside his mind. and his heart's in hollywood. and she'll never know. that every corner of his mind.
she always trembles / at the blissfully depressed / desiring the desireless / she's always seaching / for herself in someone else / lonely when she's all she needs / she'll cry a thousand paper tears / and throw down her kerosene of vacant fears / we're all the match wishing we were the flame / we represent each moment in every day.