Greedy fucking bastards killing off the land. Watch our fucking planet burn soil turns to sand. Acid rain is falling from the skies. It's only getting worse contrary to the politicians lies.
The self serving U.N. who manufacture war. Saw no legal way to stop the killings committed in East Timor. "We don't want to create a situation in which the responsibility.
PATHETIC HUMANITY. A pig tied down and burned with a blowtorch THIS IS VIVISECTION. Chemicals dropped in rabbits eyes THIS IS VIVISECTION. a baboon is used for organ transplants THIS IS VIVISECTION.
I'll wait as long as it takes. I'll wait as long as it takes. (going through the rooftop. and its charms to breathe). I'll wait as long as it takes. (trying to run faster but.
Of all the places. You speak of and burst. This is it. ...obscure. Driving lost. Poetry.... Is faster. They will help you tell. Can someone please tell your name.
Yeah, yeah, yeah. Lord have mercy. . Chorus:. This is the story of my life. This is the story of my day (x2). . Walking on ........... me selector. Walking down town .......... rain.
You know ........... my life is so strange. I promise to take it easy on your ......... I write you if I wrote you a letter. Would you change. I don't think so.
[Verse 1:]. We always used to talk real late after midnight. Now the only thing we do on the phone is fight. Is there a way to make this go away. I don't think that we're gonna be okay.
[Verse 1:]. You can be the peanut butter to my jelly'. You can be the butterflies I feel in my belly. You can be the captain and I can be your first mate.
Mother, mother found me on her step. Gracious mother held to to her breast. Until the day I started pushing. . Too late to cry she turned away. I started pushing, I saw no future in this lack.
We're worlds apart. The distance between us is just too great. Draw me close. Let me know You're near. . The reason we sing. Is to bring down Your glory.
Make me. Take me. Break me. I am pierced. . Make me. Take me. Break me. I am pierced. . Though I am wounded and unworthy. Though I am selfish and untrue.
I could tell you a story of shame. I could talk for hours on how we became. A flower that bloomed in one day. The next day our glory faded away. . Divided by hostilities.
Juliet and Romeo sitting on the patio. Looks like they're under a mistletoe. They think it's true love that they show. . What they need to make convey.
I've got my own religion. I make it up as I go along. I've got this friend. Who says he's been born again. And if he's right. we don't have long. . My doctor gave me a prescription.
let me introduce you. to the private eyes that hunt you. gonna paste the clues when i go home. we're gonna try to make it work. tired of information messing with the operation.
Picking Petals. Lyrics and Music by Aubrey Wood. . Tried picking petals off of daisies one by one. Collectively. cause they might as well know better than me.
I've been waiting for such a long time. and I didn't care there was nothing left to lose. I couldn't find the sense of my life. until the day when you appeared.