I can wait for hours. I can watch you from behind. you can go but I will be waiting until you will come around. no one else to trust and there is nothing we can't do.
Run away. It's time to break the silence.. You've been in decline for far to long. Seven days you lie awake at night. It's over when you reach the other side..
I can't understand. I can't understand u. Rotten. Bleeding. Hoping. Twist your limb. Grow some more. Bleeding as your belly expands. Forgotten by the spirit wind.
Rebel Funeral March by USER from Hegemonic. www.user.us 2002. . This war machine cannot be seen by your or me. Deep inside your mother's womb a fire burns..
Guitar sounds, the drums splash. Our bowl is hot like a sauna. We've looked around the playgrounds. It's sucker fish and Piranhas. . Stuck in a tank Lost in Space.
On Saturday night. When I was born. Down on the farm. Guitar plinkin'. And we started drinkin'. Till the break of dawn. . About twelve o'clock. Everything get hot.
The UPS man just pulled up. He dropped a package on the steps. My ticket out is in that box. Been waiting for a month. I tore it up and ripped it out.
I can't forget shit, I get from other bands. I can't forget kickin' dope in a cargo van. Memphis winter in a frigidare. It gives me more character pissed out winds.
It's automatic, it's automatic. You're livin' on the streets. Lost your job to a robot. And you gave up to drink'. . Talking and babbling. Are two different things.
dressed all in white silk. a pale ghost she floats till. the snow is forgotten outside. . by soft light of candlestick. step two three four five six. two pairs of feat slowly glide.
doors to the lords. with my words who deserves. . someone! no one!. screaming threw the pain admits my true hate. why wait. disgrace. rust.. . wage everyday.
The way you fooled the moon. The Virus you exhumed. Open wide.... . Even when you're all alone, I'm your sun. Even when you're not here with me, What have I become.
It's 5 o'clock. driving sown Park Lane. as London leaves. for the weekend again. through the dark city streets. in the clinging rain. I take my car. towards the Thames.
Tome el 60 autobus, afuera de Los Angeles. Ben Sandoval me estaba esperando. All the punk-rockers and the moon stompers. Estaban en la esquina pidiendo dinero....
You say I don't have a life. I don't have what you have. I don't live with my regrets. . I do all I want to do. No sky is my limit. I'm gonna live my life.
Realidad tratas de esconderte, tratas de escapar. Tratas de esconderte de tu puta realidad. No quieres enfrentar tus propios problemas solo. . Quieres escapar.
One more time and you'll be dead. Least I think that's what they said. Forty days won't break a man. Was a bullet in his head?. . There's something in the.