We're all looking for something to break. We're all looking for a heavenly state. Well, the culling is coming, one way or the other. I can feel it in the wind that's blinding my eyes.
By the pricking of my thumbs. Something wicked this way comes. Look down that bloody street for bloody. Miles and blood miles where bloody. Feet have sought a trail of dreams that.
The sun rises over the trees again. As for the moon it pushes through the stars and. You tell me go. I say it's alright my friend. For the moments we have in this life they end.
Been over, been over this before. Been over and over. Been over this before. . And over, been over this before. So over this.. Been over this.. So over this..
Screaming out the window. Watch me die another day. Hopeless situations. Endless price I have to pay. Voices in the darkness. Scream away my mental health.
Metaphor for a missing moment. Pull me into your perfect circle. . One womb. One shape. One resolve. . Liberate this will. To release us all. . Gotta cut away, clear away.
metaphor for a missing moment. pull me in to your perfect circle. . one womb. one shape. one result. . liberate this will. to release us all. . gotta cut away, clear away.
Listen uh I met this guy and uh you know I don't get down like that but we were together for a while and you know things. didn't work out but I can't be mad with him you know cause we had some moments Yo I'll explain listen.
never had the luck to see a face like that before. at most I've only had a fleeting chance:. but now it looks as though your just not fleeting anymore.
A million faces are blurred in today. A million lives that are so far away. I'm alone and I want you to know. I want to scream but there's nowhere to go.
You take the best away from me. Then give it all away. You can't control yourself for anyone. Don't think that you could ever see. That things are not the same.
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I used to know a drug dealer. His name was Billy Jack. The Mexican cartel cut his head off, and he ain't comin' back. God knows I sure miss my buddy; he had some killer pot.
Big Time, No Time. This is my inner song. Beats banging all along. Discreetly chanting to flee. Chant along with me. . And away we go on a silver Winnebago.
Oil jones. Like dinosaur bones. Deep. Beneath your feet. . Everything used to go to my head. Now go to my ass. My booty, my booty. I'm working on my booty.
Do you want to get off?. At the funktion. I just heard it's gonna be one of those funky thangs. . Umm?. Yeah, yeah. Many fishes out for the rising of their ladders.
Do you want to get off?. At the funktion. I just heard it's gonna be one of those funky thangs. Do you want to get off?. At the funktion. I just heard it's gonna be one of those funky thangs.
Every night - a different town - I sing my song. I play and sing - pack my things and move along. . A pretty face, another place I never get to know. a one night stand, another show.
Why has the music stopped?. Where did all the happy people go?. I know they were there, songs everywhere. Only a moment ago. . I only blinked my eye. (I only blinked my eye).
Do do do do do do do do do do do do. Do do do do do do do do do do do do. . Now that I've seen ya. I know that I love ya. But I don't want to move to fast.