I hear the wind. It's calling in the sun. It caught my eye. As the morning dew is leaving. I can feel my spirit fly.. My spirit flies.. Chorus:. I feel the rise of a heart that can't be tamed.
There was an old man named Michael Finnegan. He had whiskers on his chinnegan. They fell out and then grew in again. Poor old Michael Finnegan. Begin again.
Oh its raining again. Hello my sweet baby, it's been a long long while since i heard you laugh out loud or i've seen you smile. I'm writing to you now baby, just to let you know.
I caught you looking back, I saw the weakness in your eyes. You said you'd never leave, you said our dreams would never die. I told you I was here and I would always keep you safe.
Moon over the freeway catch us as we ride. We just left the city, left it far behind. Silhouettes of palm trees, airplanes cross the moon. Living in the moment of the girl who left too soon.
Move bitch, get out the way. Get out the way bitch, get out the way. Move bitch, get out the way. Get out the way bitch, get out the way. . Move bitch, get out the way.
I used to think that I would never settle down.. Now it's all I wanna do.. Used to think a ball and chain would hold me bound. That was befor I met you..
Dearest Mr. Thompson won't you sign us to your label. We've got some poppy songs we think you ought to hear. I think we'd work good together making records selling even more.
It's unrewarding, just not affording. To burn one more bridge along the way. I wanna scream, just screw your scheme. This should've been done a long time ago.
Wait for me as the ship it sails away so fast,bring me home and I will stay,I promise.. For tomorrow it has been retold and realized,I will conquer my demise..
(Verse). Here's my attitude, you know what to do with it. Gave my heart to you, and you found the truth in it. But sometimes we lose sight in why we're doing this.
My numb wings.... . Already I don't know the words,. Which once I have known.. No perhaps because,. I'd the god's beauty little sang.. . Something's perishing in me..
If ever I would stop thinking about music and politics. I would tell you that sometimes its easier to desire. And pursue the attention and admiration of 100 strangers.
Premonitions sadistic murder visions. My future is written in your blood. Excruciating intoxicating. Pain and pleasure mix as death unfolds. I tear your soul apart.
I put the 9mm Glock to your head. And gently squeeze the trigger. Blowing out your fucking brains. On the wall in all kind of crazy figures. . So what are you gonna do now?.
Since the dawn of time. It has reigned supreme. It's running through our veins. A primal legacy. . Deep within a blackened heart. . The surge of raw aggression.
As an echo from the past, recognition with a blast, an unbearable hate so vast,. I will ignite the world at last. Turned the key to sick, darkened mental shack, drained to fear, can't go back.
Unseen and deadly. Phantom of the skies. Tool of mass destruction. Child of an insane mind. . Millions are dead. Millions will die. Rejoice this day. As death rain from the skies.
Red wire: right temple. Black wire: left temple. Red wire: right temple. Black wire: left temple. There are times I think eternal life ain't such a bad gig.