The future won't be owned by those. Married to ideals of old. Consonant disruption dance. Amidst the ash we take our chance. We the gilded castaways. We the future fairytales.
What you want is what you findout. Once you believe that you don't really need it. Here we are at the rest of our lives and I'm afraid. That we no longer need it.
Namayoho renge keeho. Namayoho renge keeho. Namayoho renge keeho. Namayoho renge keeho. . Namayoho renge keeho. Namayoho renge keeho. Namayoho renge keeho.
Good morning I see you. There on the phone. Good morning I see you. Dead on the throne. . Like a dragonfly with stone wings, stone wings I sing. I tell you the ones I love the people of my village.
(D. Gutter). so what about you and me. will thoughtfulness fade. the looks we cast away. the beginning of tomorrow is today. can we love another way. save your favors.
All this time I've been thinking about you lately;. It's crossed my mind to cross my heart and whisper faintly. "Whatever lake, whatever pond, whatever ocean I'm on.
(D.Gutter/ J.Ward). Love me, so I feel no pain. hate me, so i feel whole again. Love me, so I believe your lies. hate me, so i burn your eyes. make me feel love to comfort you.
I passed on the painted veil. Somerset, some. Other time and love. Weighed without intention. . And that caught her eye. If she knew what. I was thinking of.
Come to me, you who are weak. Let my strength be yours tonight. Come and rest, let my love be your bed. Let my heart be yours tonight. . Peace be still, peace be still.
She's an angel in disguise. You can see it in her eyes. I could never give up the fight. And I'll be waiting at her door. But I don't wanna wait no more.
We figure, my daddy and me. Things are still the same, it seems. As when he lived it in his teens as a kid in school. Aaron was a junior, the class of '32.
Descending the stairway. You lead us to ruin. Remember the last time you felt it was coming back. . The silent crescendo. It gives us a gentle blow. It tempts you to falter.
Let's kill the playlist. All the same bands. So repetitious. Denying us the freedom we deserve. Will someone tell my why we even listen?. Airwaves are filled with repeition.
Poppies are the Opium of the People. You prefer poppies to people. You take pride in Genocide. There are no poppies in the USA. There are no poppies in the USSR.
(Rock and Roll beast is dead, but your hunger must be fed). . Come on everybody join your hands. Come in everybrain clap new bands. Come in everybody clap your hands.
Oh what a perfect day. To feel we are alive. Reach out for brand-new age to come. Oh what a happy day. To feel the sun is rising. We waited for so long to hear this song.