Earthen trail of slimy goo. I smear it on your cheeks like rouge. Eyes of red and lips of blue. It's cold and safe inside of you. . Tie me down and shine all over your body.
I was fine right before I met her. Never hurt and nothing could control me. You know I tried but I cant regret her. Shes the first, ask anyone who knows me.
Talking too fast. When I (see) my face back there you are. Wondering why. Might not be so. And I can't see your eyes. . Days passed me by. Blood is on my head.
There were yellow ribbons on every tree. And yellow orchids growing from the street. Postcards and letters swam to the shore. Locket and treasures on the river floor, yeah.
One last hit for you, two pills here for me. One too many times I've felt this way about you. Here's the poison for your lungs, smoke it down 'til you throw up.
I'm sitting here with a piece of paper. Says here's my number, won't you call me later. I called you the next day. And that's how we got started. . I'm sitting here thinking what we've been through.
Spend too many days, Trying to make a living. Why should i give, When no one's giving. I got a new, Kind of direction. Taking what I want, My personal selection.
last call. one second left. a minute maybe more. my own consistency has kept me straight in line. too many complications ive forgotten what its for. i know ive often come here i just cant recall the time when.
First things first girl recognize. Who is wit you now. Second thing, can't blame me for. How you were treated before I came see. I'm not Steven, Anthony even, Leroy or Ivan.
Before you go, can we just talk a moment. We shouldn't end it like this. Can you just chill for a while put your bags down. And just try to hear me out.
I got you on my mind, you are easy to find. And your foot prints are covering me, I am longing to be. . Its a star shining bright, its a heart full of delight.
Marian:. Mama, a man with a suitcase followed me home.. . Mrs. Paroo:. Oh--Who?. . Marian:. I never saw him before.. . Mrs. Paroo:. Did he say anythin'?.
Finger painting pictures. Of this sad existence. Fixed with stitches none the richer. You could never call me poor. Bled out the old me. Family does not know me now.
This generation. Rules the nation. With version. . Music happen to be the food of love. Sounds to really make you rub and scrub. . Pass the dutchie on the left hand side.
Yeah we bad suh, yeah wi bad suh, yeah wi bad suh. (Murf Skillz). Yeah we bad suh, yeah wi bad suh, yeah wi bad suh. (1 Link Crew). Yeah we bad suh, yeah wi bad suh, yeah wi bad suh.
Rich Mullins. Matthew 5:13-16, Matthew 23:1-7. Luke 18:9-14. When the dancers took to the promenade. Well my heart leapt high. And I was unafraid. Of the feeling I'd stifled for so many years.
NOW. the time has come why don't you. SAY. we have some fun and we can. PLAY. operation and mutilate pieces of you. NOW. I know now that this may. HURT.
I'm wretched I'm infested rejected and infected. I'm a loser I'm a winner a born again sinner. Cut my throat and watch me bleed addicted tragedy. And I hate you and you hate me.
Alone the kitchen with the. Crap in the cupboard. You save for later. For when he leaves you all alone. You're so excited. He's finally gone. You used to miss him.
Like stacks and stacks of rats on rafts. Clutchin' anything we can. Like stacks and stacks of rats on rafts. Weight of the world crushin' our backs. .