Death for truth or death for a lie, the value of life depends upon you.. Some choices are wise; some choices are foolish,. But this false stance will never see you through.
Feels Like A Locomotion. Nothin' Can Make Such Commotion. It Reaches Way Down In Your Soul. Round And Round. Like A Little Bit Of Rock 'N' Roll. . Feel The Beat Coming Down.
I'm still scared. Afraid of failing, anticipating. The ride to end. Before the wheels begin to move. . Run away, so I can hide. Run away, I've mastered feeling nothing.
I know I've been mistaken. But just give me a break. And see the changes that I've made. . I've got some imperfections. But how can you collect them all.
I have seen too many sad eyes look at me. Eyes that set me free, all the places that I've been. . Thank you for the letters that you thought you wrote in vain, and for.
I have seen. Too many sad eyes look at me. The eyes that set me free. All the places that I've been. . Thank you for the letters. That you thought you wrote in vain.
The lights are on. But you're not home. You've drifted off. Somewhere alone. Somewhere that's safe. No questions here. A quiet place. Where you hide from your fears.
RAW. . The pictures left with me won't fade. These images affect me every day. Cause of you I feel I don't deserve. The life I see in her. . Just don't leave me.
A piece of glass. In the sand under your feet. It cuts you deep. It makes you hate the beauty that you see. . And you wonder where you are. How you ever got so far.
I've got a garden out back with plenty of sun,. but nothing ever seems to grow.. There's a rabbit and a squirrel who have never been friends,. but they still stop and say hello..
I want to be,. the rain on your rooftop.. I want to be,. the face you know best.. And when your lying in my arms naked,. I want you, I want you laughing at me..
Now I'm so tired. So, so tired of working this out. Going to give myself up. Up to the truth of what this is, of what I am. . Take from me all of my blood.
with machineguns in the hand police ask about my pass. welcome to moscow dont you try to make a mess. drink milkfiltered vodka get by train to the show.
On the run, under the gun.. Wanted dead or alive for the things I've done.. Misunderstood for the common good.. But bullets don't reason when they call you the kid..
They call us problematic, they can call us what they will.. They don't understand the way we feel.. Call us hopeless, call us restless, go ahead now, call us tools..
I pack my bags, and I'm leaving today.. I hit the road, and make my getaway.. Cause they'll control you.. They'll put you up on the shelf.. You gotta break away, so you can be yourself..
My mother told me that I would get stronger if,. I could just keep my attention for a little longer on. One girl, any girl, just a normal kind of girl,.
Hey!!!!. . You're the kid from down the street. The one we used to greet. And we're glad that it turned out good. We're pleased that you've done well.
We'd like to say a thank you to our mums and dads. And all our families for all of the support we have. We'd like to give a big thank you to all of our mates.