Woah!. Never again will she get the best of me!. Never again will she take away my freedom.. And we won't forget the day we fought. For the right to be a little bit naughty!.
All aboard. The ship is waiting. All aboard, you know I've finally learned. That I don't need no farewell party. I'm just gonna let my bridges burn. Cause I'm going down the river of no return.
Last night I dreamed I was standing at Heaven's gate. Calling out your name but no one ever came. Can't find no mercy, no comfort without you here. God it just ain't fair but I'm sending up a prayer.
It was something you said. as you slipped into bed. You laid on your chest, to rest your head.. . You're falling asleep.. You reached out for me.. Your body is weak, so you reached out for me..
Real life is holding up and flying. over our pride, far, high. . Realize, holding up and tight. is drawing us far, far, far. . why'd they let. why'd they let you.
[Intro: Chris Wellz]. I am bound to my chains as you all are. I carry the weight that codifies the very essence of who I am. One thing is for certain, consciousness. Our consciousness is the key to break the paradigm of our minds, but lacking the awareness of ones own fallible nature, potentially causes the deconstruction of our very being. These things that we call demons are part of our subconscious. They take pleasure in the torment and have us standing in the remains..
You have the upper hand to open up the door. Running out, running out. Running out shouldn't give youth back. . I have a hardened chain connected to my arms.
Row. . The Bull Grecian says, "What have you read?". I come from there, it's executive-sized. It's useless he shares, these legs are all wrong. What Gray often says, it's executive-sized.
Just three miles from the rest stop. She slams on the breaks. She said, "I tried to be but I'm not. And could you please collect your things". Well, I don't wanna be cold.
What I wonder it's like to be the rainmaker. I wonder what it's like to know that I made the rain. I'd store it in boxes with little yellow tags on everyone.
Outside America. Everybody's just waking up. Drinking coffee from a paper cup. To the sound of the radio. . And there's a broke town girl. In the parking lot.
Where is she goin' out tonight?. Is she wearin' your shirt, is she driving your car?. She was the one who was most likely to but she never got through.
Just three miles from the rest stop. She slams on the breaks. She said, "I tried to be but I'm not. And could you please collect your things". Well, I don't wanna be cold.
Well, I wonder what it's like to be a rainmaker. I wonder what it's like to know that I made the rain. I'd store it in boxes with little yellow tags on every one.
spending the day on the roof of the shed. telling myself i'd be better off dead. hung on the line no sense of time. stuck in the crack of dawn breaking your bread.
Rolling green. Rolling green. The story of a land. The likes you've never seen. . Rolling green. Rolling green. The great reforming. Shadow hanging over me.
I wish I was a bird. Birds can fly. I wish I was a bird. Birds can fly. I'd be 14 thousand miles away. Before you say goodbye. . I wish I was a rabbit.
Nuclear war, Earth drops it's floor. Bodies will pour. Re-entry & destruction. Soldiers don't fight. Can't stop this fight. No future in sight. Re-entry & destruction.
Ooo, it doesn't matter which way I turn, I get turned away. No, it doesn't matter how long I wait or how hard I pray. Ooo, everytime I try to leave, I get left behind.