We all have out secrets some don't sit well. Some will turn to white lies just as well. Why can't you come clean and tell the truth?. Come clean. . Always watching your watch.
A few more shots is all that it took. I took you for granted. You read me like a book.. Spun into the bedroom,. The lights turned low. Her clothes came off..
Everyone loves a drama. everyone loves the drama. lets set the stage on fire and hollywood will be jealous. when the lights go out. everyone loves a drama.
You're all the fucking same. worthless. and waiting for a saviour. that was there all along. you're all the same poison. with perfect lives and cruel intentions.
There once was a park where the kids used to go. But not anymore 'cause their parents all know. There's junkies and whores and bums drinking beer. And the tragic event that happened last year.
SUIT AND TIE GUY. WITH HIS FASHION PHASES. AND HIS QUARTERLY RAISES. FEELS HE'S BETTER THAN YOU AND ME. SUIT AND TIE GUY. THINKS HE'S REAL CUTE. IN THE BATHROOM FOR A TOOT.
Ever had one of those days? Argumentative, no incentive. Can't do anything right. I'm trying so hard to analyze and compromise. But there's no solution in sight.
You think you look good in your new uniform. Starched and pressed into the perfect norm. Until Uncle Sam puts that gun in your hand. Points you in the wrong direction.
Question marks. In my head. My mouth cried. And my eyes bled. . I streched my thoughts. Put them on the rack. In a mind so dark. It's almost black. . Strategy [2].
Standing in line. For something to eat. Dragging my ass. Dead on my feet. No more possessions. Just my clothes. Down on my luck. And I'm sure it shows.
Vicious circle's got me down. Days turn into weeks of hanging out. Got to shake these soup kitchen blues. Growing tired of barley cabbage stew. . And there being nothing.
No, there are no easy answers. To sum up the problems which we face. History's a lesson. Let us learn by our mistakes. . Just don't expect to make sense.
OLD, BATTERED BUILDING, READY TO CONDEMN. HIGH-VALUED PROPERTY, EXPENSIVE PIECE OF LAND. HALF-FILLED WITH TENANTS, ALL POOR ON WELFARE. NO HEAT OR ELECTRICITY, AND SLUMLORD DOESN'T CARE.
Every day I get more pissed. Slit my wrist, slit my wrist. I hate to care, I hate relations. A pile stacked high of complications. . Every day I get more pissed.
WE WON'T MENTION NAMES. BUT WHY DON'T YOU EVER SHUT UP?. YOU'RE CONSTANTLY TALKING. AND I JUST CAN'T KEEP UP. CONVERSATION'S A JOKE. IS YOUR HEAD MADE OF OAK?.
No blacks, no whites, no Ku Klux Klan. Orientals, Mexicans. No guns, no bombs, national front. No greed, no hate, no government. No smog, no filth, no factories.
You ran for your life from the fireball. While death rained down and the skies did fall. Cities wrapped in a fiery shroud. And the land beneath a mushroom cloud.
I can hear the scream of despair. It's shooting through my body. . I can't speak or feel or see. I just can't believe it. . Torture's laughter echoes through the land.