Yesterday I gazed into the sky. Stared into the sun. The stars up high. Somehow fell into my eye. And then they'd fade away. Father of oblivion. Take me out of this place.
Verse 1. . I didn't know there was a heaven on earth. Until, I meet you. Locked up the spirit in my sad eye's. Lighted up my fire. You where really my true desire.
I've been stuck. At this stupid job for far too long. And I just don't know. How much more of it I can take before I lose it. . How can people that you see every day.
I'm from the family sick symphonies underground crowds are into me. Got out the industry 'cause the label became my enemy. It wasn't meant to be the machine was just trying to censor me.
When I sit back. Thank to myself. How mothafuckin fucked up. The World has become. It seem like violence, is the only things us mothafuckas know now days.
Remember the light. From the stars in the night. That floated above us. While we held each other. Like a ghost. Your soul flowed through me. And I held the key to your heart.
When your savior doesn't save. And you've got one foot in the grave. You better make a plan. (We better make a plan). Make a plan. (We better make a plan).
Make a Plan-Golden Swords. . When your savior doesn't save. And you've got one foot in the grave. You better make a plan. (We better make a plan). Make a plan.
I've been jumping from the tops of buildings.. For the thrill of the fall.. Ignoring sound advice.. And any thought of consequence.. My bones are shattered..
Dicen que la vida te da sorpresas. Y esa sorpresa me la diste tu. Fuera de mi vista materialista. Ya no se de ti, I love you. . Me da pena confesar que te quiero mas y mas.
Looking in the sky,. My star shining bright,. Looking in the sky,. My star shining bright. Chorus: Spirit.... Hold him tight.. An' don't let him fall....
There was nothing remotely romantic about it. no hand-me-down sob-stories, either nurtured or genetic. so what was so goddamn important that I felt I had to shelve each and every one of my convi.
Dickheads shit-talk huddled and single-file. First-world frat-boys and prairie skinheads who will never walk a mile or mourn a murdered friend in this tiny woman's shoes. Drink up and mumble your abuse. I'm still humbled by it all: around the same time that i was riding with no hands, busting windows and getting busy behind the sportsplex (with Labonte's older sister decked out in her Speedos), Bella was flinching from the sting of a Depo Proveran "family planning", her own Pearl Harbour and a holocaust spanning 25 years to the rest of her life. A prison my country underwrote in paradise. And in the shadows of Santa Cruz, she crossed her fingers behind her back. Built Suharto a Trojan horse and lay still till the motherfucker sent her north where as night fell she emerged with a box under her arm that held her pledge of allegiance and her uniform. She laid it at the gates of the General's embassy and her whisper echoed into dawn as she disappeared:.
[Proof]. Drug nation, we know no denial. We are fuckin drug addicts, ha ha!. Don'tcha? Yes! Don'tcha? Yes!. Don'tcha? Gotta do it - Kurt Cobain!. . [Proof].
no god,nobody cares. the humanity,our regress. this whole shit,like a bad dream. illusions become your reality. . change yourself like magnetic poles.
[Intro: Proof]. Drug nation, we know no denial. We are fuckin drug addicts, ha ha!. Don'tcha? Yes! Don'tcha? Yes!. Don'tcha? Gotta do it - Kurt Cobain!.
I was just thinking. Most of last Wednesday. I hope we're together. From here until doomsday. . We could be each other's arms. We'd keep each other free from harm.
Clouds are brightening,. because heaven has overflowed.. Mexican chocolate leaves dimples long with gushes.. So when the moon disappears, heaven is over..