Are you tired of hanging out in your car. And getting sweated by the boys in blue?. Tired of getting shot by your best friend and not receiving. Any medical attention because of lack of insurance?.
Are you tired of hanging out in your car. And getting sweated by the boys in blue?. Tired of getting shot by your best friend and not receiving. Any medical attention because of lack of insurance?.
I search for what is right and with everyday I fight. For what I feel needs to be done. The years keep slipping by I try to. Get the most out of my life.
I'm trying to move ahead without thinking of what I left behind.. But it doesn't do me any good.. There's peices of the past that come up and make it hard on me now..
Stick your fingers in the eyes of night. Rip open the belly of death and you'll see what is real. Tear down the image of youth all around. Steal the dreams from their minds and you'll find all their lies.
Hoy me dejo estirar, amasar. dejar mi cuerpo en una tabla de madera. Hoy me dejo cortar, cocinar. harn mil partes de mi,. estofado de Mar.. . Ay! este cuchillo que entra y que sale.
As he laid there. His life flashed in front of him. He wonders if he can. Take back some of his past. . As he looks back on everything. He's got so much.
Shot memory and a fucked up mind. Can't remember what I left behind. A dead-end street, nights with no sleep. Have I left my paradise for good?. . 122 and Highland Street.
So Long, Ever Forward. Come To Take My Rest. Falling Senses Leaving. Into Realms Of The Past. . The Light Is Gone,. Where Do I Belong. . Dream State, Pulling Backwards.
Anticipation fills the air. Hypnotic masses stand and stare. Incantations chanted quietly. In a trance like state we are one. . We share the same vision.
(The_mad_Marquise/Thunderstorm). Come and enter my dark passion. Come too me - I need your pain. And you need mine. so take my hand, dear. and feal the whipp's caress.
(The_ mad_Marquise/Thunderstorm). Dressed in a goat fur. We inhale intoxicating stuff. The World becomes one big blur. While we spit on the Christian bluff.
I found a mark. Where the ink bled through. Under a song. I was writing for you. Crumpled up in a drawer. Stained with blue. Quiet and easy. What I wanted to prove.
(Chico Csar). Quando no tinha nada, eu quis. Quando tudo era ausncia, esperei. Quando tive frio, tremi. Quando tive coragem, liguei. Quando chegou carta, abri.
Eu fiquei zangada nesse carnaval. Porque no te vi. Onde tu estavas, menino. Onde tu estavas. Estava atrs do il, menina. Estava atrs do il. Estava atrs do il, menina.
Eu fiquei zangada nesse carnaval. Porque no te vi. Onde tu estavas, menino. Onde tu estavas. Estava atrs do il, menina. Estava atrs do il. Estava atrs do il, menina.
He opens up my mind. In a way nobody else has ever. He opens up my dreams. And now the life I see is so much brighter. . What makes it so one can touch another.
Hearts go freezing in winter. in spring we thaw them all out. let the summer take over. Inside out .... If we prepare. for the seasons. Change our minds.
Opened up by a stranger. At an uncertain hour. You opened yourself. Like a curious flower. Opens herself. Wide to the moon. . Life is uncertain and people are so....
Good morning sun, good morning shine. I feel I'm lost all the time. Somewhere ahead must lay my first. Peaceful night. . Crimson flames, golden shores.