Give me strength. To hold my head up high. And spit back in their face. Give me the keys. To unlock these doors. And leave this world a better place. .
you call us hypocrites. your wrong. been trying to put us down. for too long. i'm tired of your negative ways. muscle head. we'll fall on better days.
Down and out. In Budapest and Los Angeles. I drank a river to forget. To forget about the coming storm. The curtains are down. The lights are off. And the doors are closed.
i thought.... there was a bond. i sure learned i couldn't have. been more wrong. you're looking out for number one. now you're not the only one. . there's direction (slow).
nothing. your words mean nothing. absolutely nothing. wonder why you wanted to be a father anyway. . say that you care. say that you'll change. say that you'll try.
what happened here?. where did the bottom go?. when did you rush to crush the envelope?. suppose i should have known. all along. . the bullet - that came from the gun.
i found your holes today. your spots made my way. i know what i can't do. so i swear today i'm gonna walk away. . i'll walk away. . so many times. i have felt but it stood.
I don't judge you. On what you say. But I judge you. On what you've done. . Completely two-faced. Turned on me again. I feel so sorry for you. Because I know you'll have no friends.
seems disgraceful. how many faces i've touched. seen so many stranger now. that i don't remember any of their names. i just push away. . never been in love with anyone ever.
Everything you've said to me. Has been constant lies. Everyday you fail to see. I'm trying to help you. I'm losing grip on you. Can't seem to pull this though.
you come so hard. nothing can fill you up. you come so hard. nothing can fill you up. . and i tried to get away. yes i tried to get away. cuz it hurts to much to stay.
there is this energy. that flows from withing. there is this volition. that's constantly repressed. the ability to connect. to live and love without regret.
this. is a call. to notice that. which has gone unnoticed. that all of us. are walking wounded. bearing hidden scars. and subtle bruises. the casualties of a war.
feed the machine. that eats up. our lives. churning out product,. end result of time processed. then sold back to us,. and renamed convenience. . left with the notion.
Those roads and streets they cut.. They cut off circulation.. Just like chains around my wrists.. Yeah.. Pushing me in these same directions.. Caught in a maze of dull routine..
Cant you see the sky is falling?. As these porcelain clouds dismantle. into shards of our affection,. it's raining on our secret scandal.. She keeps a photo in the cover.
Silence casts a ghastly shadow. over these familiar roads. and I cant see, I cant see the road to turn. down the alley into your house,. Im choking on these desperate sounds.
It sometimes happens. It always happens to me. But then always isn't a word I use. Always isn't a word I chose. . When I know that this won't survive much longer.
1, 2, 3, 4. When it feels like. When it feels like. Culture gets too much for me. . I go, I go outside. Singing songs to alabis. Singing songs to alabis.