You've Got Ways. To Take Hold Of My Thoughts. Over-Riding My Senses. Lock Your Sights. Dead In Line With My Heart. Share Your Powers. You Stir My Soul.
(Lawrence Gowan). You've got ways. To take hold of my thoughts. Over-riding my senses. Lock your sights. Dead in line with my heart. Share your powers.
Who is this, trapped inside of me?. An unfamiliar, violent breed. Raping innocens, vestal mutilation. Razor seduction, slicing devastation. . My body twist and turn from the agony.
Ooh mystery boy. Ooh mystery boy. . It's too sad to point the finger. I told the boy to look at me. But what you say it never lingers. It's not what you say, but what you see.
Watching you play our favourite song. Shutters down, headphones on. I want the world to know my pain. You play a cold game. . Wounded soul, bipolar tears.
Moving, moving. Move away. Move away. . Spirit changed the conversation. Stepping stones across the land. I never wanted to be a hero. I never wanted to be a man.
On the street they're preaching violence. Mister Man is in your head. On the street the midnight cowboy. Needs no gun to shoot you dead. . Why do I live the way I do.
You can't bystand all the people. Stand them on their own. They will fall to pieces. So we watch them grow. . Into strange and pretty faces. I don't know.
(Trying to get the message through). You took the sun from the sky, give it back. You know I wouldn't take a bullet for you. You bring me down 'cause of all that you lack.
Miss me. I know you'll miss me. I know you'll miss me blind. I know you'll miss me. I know you'll miss me. . I know you'll miss me blind. Bet you got a good gun.
(Rap intro by Derick Johnson). . Dangerous lover. With the blue-green eyes. Slides into the room. He's got trouble on his mind. . Maybe you're misunderstood.
Take a pinch of white man. Wrap him up in black skin. Add a touch of blue blood. And a little bitty bit of red Indian boy. Oh like a Curly Latin kinkies.
He's the mannequin of your dreams. You designed him. Nothing will stand in your way. A punch in the heart. Won't tear him apart. Neither will the things they say.
Man shake. Man shake. Man shake. Man shake. . I've got this nasty camera. One snap it stole my soul. If you're left feeling lonely. One is the place to go.
Help me breath, you're breaking up my speech. While you smile at me, you got the whitest teeth. You won't leave me alone, every time I rest you're in my head.
I've got this feeling going on. Am I right or am I wrong. I have known it all along. I've got this feeling going. . Mister politician evolved. A way to control you.
(Exemplifying the current standards placed on United States political officials, the relaxation of many ethics has come to warp and often replace the code of conduct originally expressed in writing to protect against corruption. Once in place, a new code of ethics can be loopholed to then to another, and then to another. Change is not the culprit, instead investment in bending moral practices to suit personal and singular liberty blures the already networked and confusing practice of law and lawmaking. Not seeing the cycle, politicians all too often fall prey to the "Washington" way of life. In this way, then, traditions and attitudes are fostered in this moral enviornment. It may be stated, with a certain amount of reassurance, that a country which was founded on the idea of illegal (example b: 1) and unethical expansionism cannot prosper in a way that is beneficial to the whole of humankind. One act of terror and murder neturally leads itself to another act of retaliation. It has been theorized that that the human animal learns by example. We can look at this in a personal level; a father beats his wife, the son beats his wife, and in this way a violent cycle is founded. The truly unfortunate and important aspect of this succession is that most people believe their actions to be not only correct but inherently plausible and morally justifiable.).
Sacrifice, did it really mean that much to them. As it was killing you. They've locked you out after all that you have done for them. You toil yet they profit more.
How many times have I noticed that our eyes hardly ever meet. From your judgment seat I can feel the anger for my very being. Fill me in on when you became such a big part of my life.
Mellan oss två. . Det är oklart ute nu. Är det så svårt att förstå. Vad var det som gick så fel. Mellan oss två. . Jag e så frusen nu. Jag kan inte känna min själ.