Sneakin' Sally through the alley. Tryin' to keep her out of sight. Sneakin' Sally through the alley. When up pops the wife. . I said, "I can't find nothing wrong with being friends.
I can imagine myself on my death bed. Spent utterly with the lust to touch the next world. Oh father, i confess my sins. Like secrets in my soul hidden under my mattress.
Hello again,. The world is at your stage,. So drop the curtain, kill the lights and go. So fucking bored,. You're all a whisper in a sea of bloody sweat and gold,.
You used to be my angel,. but now you're more like the devil.. Keep on talking darling,. you're bound to kill yourself.... with another thousand words..
This place is a bloodbath. And won't be taken alive. We stand alone. Under fictitious skies. . You were always my enemy and carefully crafted my might [2x].
If ignorance is bliss. Then eradicate my knowledge of my history. Now meaningless; left on my own. I looked for a long time. Crossed paths with your kind.
When it's sugarcane time. Long around about June. I'll be walkin' with sugar. 'Neath that old sugar moon. . Gonna drop her a line. To expect me soon. Saccharine and some sugar.
V1: Had a dream, had a drowning dream. I was in a river of blame. All wanting a piece of me without knowing who I am. Quick to judge and quick to defend.
Yaşam kadar gerçek, yaşamak gibi sahte. Öyle çok şey var ki yaralayan insanı. Bir yürek çarpıntısı, onu her gördüğünde. Öyle çok şey var ki bak sana dair.
April 27, 1865 the worst American Disaster of the maritime. No one knows the count of lives lost. The soldiers, civilians and the sisters of charity. $5 a head Captains Mason and Hatch.
There is a slowness on the throttle. Possibility at hand. Painted out of a corner. Brakes to bind the strands. . To decide within the bar store. Overshadows feeding in the lurch.
It's a full throttle train, an existential bane. It's only grays and blues when nothing else matters. It takes a strong will to keep it caged and still.
April 27, 1865 the worst American Disaster of the maritime. No one knows the count of lives lost. The soldiers, civilians and the sisters of charity. $5 a head Captains Mason and Hatch.
Written about to death. Around for another breath. The cops will run. The masses will flow. Killed by consolidation. Killed by saturation. The underground will correct.
Feels like drivin' 'round in a slow hearse. Feels like drivin' 'round in a slow hearse. Feels like drivin' 'round in a slow hearse. Feels like drivin' 'round in a slow hearse.
Hell untold is the price paid down on living. Tears have changed the way the days unfold. . There's a gulf that flows between. And the sea was wearing down.