Here's your dare:. Jump off a bridge with you nose in the air.. Here's the deal:. I'll tip you twenty pounds if you promise to steal and take it back..
" Ha ha ha ha ha ha haaaa ". . You've tried and failed to bring me down. And I warned once. There's no need to act innocent. " No one is innocent ". .
Rot, break, steal, take. Life valued as less. Your life deceived and oppressed. . Power figure. Power failure. . Take what makes me less a man. With what makes me who I am.
unholy crimson rains from the darkest depths of hell. fall into this wretched dungeon where god's first angel fell. the rats feeding on the corpses ignore the stench of the decay.
unholy crimson rains from the darkest depths of hell. fall into this wretched dungeon where god's first angel fell. the rats feeding on the corpses ignore the stench of the decay.
I see my red door and I want it painted black. No colors anymore I want them to turn black. . I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes.
(peak Billboard position # 23 in 1965). Words and Music by John D Loudermilk. Quit beatin' your chest and actin' like you're gonna bite a big hole out.
all your toys do is own you. and hold you back from the whole truth. on your way to a graveyard. could you put them away?. . (chorus). you'll be just like the other ones.
So who's gonna keep your babies warm. When you're in pain?. And who's gonna raise the canopy. In case it rains?. Let me provide, I wanna provide for you.
Ein Tag ohne Blitzlicht. Teil der Vergangenheit. Ich denk immer noch das gibts nicht. Gefhlte Offensichtlichkeit. . Szenenapplaus fr scheinbar. Jedes verdammte Wort.
So here we are again at the start,. Lets get stuck.. These rooms are all reminders of you.. . Your feelings arent in touch. with the words that are coming out of your lungs..
Im in love!. . are the 3 words I hope to hear next year.. Another place another time another twinkle in eyes caught between awkward glances. in crowded social scenes, another breeding ground for apathy.
this weather reflects my face. rainy day. this place hurts my eyes. i think i could break down and cry. i enter each day with a sigh. its so hard to wake when theres nothing at stake.
It's time we get out of here. We've been dancing down a seemingly beautiful road to trouble. Well everything feels so right. Though we know it's downright wrong [x2].
In conduits we drift apart,. There is vastness within and all around us.. Though we may deny ourselves the thought,. That this was something real,. I can finally say that I'm not dead yet..