Still recall. What made me like you. Oh yes. They have. Said things about you. And yes. See. Where it's true?. . Thought you could get all you wanted.
There's banging on the wall. It's 5am I've got no sleep at all. Just thoughts of how I might struggle through tomorrow. Too much time in one day. Too much time to occupy.
silently leaving the room. gathering your thoughts from the floor. hopefully no one will hear you. silently closing the door. down the long stairs to the hall.
This room has so many windows. Too many windows. I've sat and watched the trees framed to fade outside. . I hope the seasons treat you well. I hope the seasons treat you kind.
Michael Card. In the early morning mist. They saw a Stranger on the sea shore. He some how seemed familiar. Asking what the night had brought. With taught anticipation then.
Michael Card. The seers and the prophets had foretold it long ago. That the long awaited one would make men stumble. But they were looking for a king to conquer and to kill.
That's why I find it so amusing. That the Latter-day Saints of our business. One, attribute to me motives that just weren't there. And two accuse me of corrupting morality.
Festering scabs, papillae and pores. Hardened carbuncles, spots and cold sores. Pick at the scab, septic blood starts to weep. Rip at my face, ruptured growths start to seep.
The rotting corpse lies on a mortuary slab. Pus starts to burst from each visceral scab. Body temperature drops, bone seizure takes place. As the discharge oozes from the boils on the face.
Erupted thoracic savies. Serum, pus and offal. Perspiring ulcerous chancre. Splattered on your wall. . Necro-cellular lesions. The stench of staining scabs.
Your jugular arteries ripped. Viscous juices gush and bleed. You're gutted, skinned and mangled. Enteral disorder is freed. Tour rib-cage wrenched and torn.
(Verse 1). Everyday, after school, during class, in the hallway. people's faces slowly breaking. why does nobody care. . (Bridge). And I look around. to people laughing, people pushing.
All this stuff, this is the greatest. Now I have to get the latest. My bottled water purifies me. After I eat my processed cheese. Superteen!. . Straighten my hair when I go to the beach.
Stuck in here got nothing to do. It's alright 'cause I can write 'bout you. If I have something to say I can say it out loud. Say how you're just one of the crowd.
Right now. I can feel it. Don't wanna run away. Could never push it away. I've been hiding inside myself. But now it seems the time has come. To come out and play.
I know this girl with incredible flow. She's got a need she likes to feed. A bona fide born again nympho. . We roam the streets, rock the beats. Leave the shoes off out feets.
Soak the sun, cinnamon. What went wrong, summer song. Splinter snag, wind vein ragged. Faded trends, summer ends. . What's that, I thought I heard you say?.
Run away hindsight. You've shown my shrine of. Priceless regrets. I'll stay. Shame me. Naked in my Open House gallery. Why do I pull it away from me?.