schizophrenic suicide, but who is due to die.. is it me or him, the one within,. the one who frowns or the one who grins.. there's someone under eveeryone,.
perching on the brink of insanity.. frustration snapping like a dog at my heels.. no love is lost on humanity,. no love has come my way for many a year..
You kept, you kept me close. As winter, as winter closed in. Closed in.... . And I wrote, I wrote. Your name in the settled snow. Settled snow.... . Oh (etc.).
I need a aspirin after you. until you left I never knew what my heart was really going through and I never wanna go back but if there's some sick twist of fate. I would rather rest in peace, please do not resusictate..
Did I say something stupid?. There goes one more mistake. Do I bore you with my problems?. Is that why you turn away?. Do you know how hard I tried. To become what you want me to be?.
Skeletons and Spirits. . Words & Music by Allison Crowe. . Take your sympathy and shove it. as for the pain,. well, I love it. I'll eat your words. I'll devour your soul.
Silence. . In the darkness of your soul. Following your call. . Grey skies. Belong to me. Open my eyes. . Rain falls. On you. On me. . I cannot control.
Now that I've got my eyes on. There's no distance that I can see. That could keep you away from me. . Wrap your arms around my body. And hold on to me real tight, stay close.
intro:. they say that the harder a person has it, the harder they have to work to overcome it. I'm sure you can understand and relate to that, take it into concideration for at least right now..
We try. We fail. We fall in line. We try again. We never learn. Just like our fathers and theirs before. We try. We fail. I'll follow through. I'll follow suit.
A simple addition to the list of ingredients. Will be hand-delivered to the 25%. Casualties of war they're already dead to us. This is not murder just a change in the catalyst.
Likes rats we strip the earth. Rampant animals and beast. Children in a stupor. Frustation is unleashed. Cauterize emotion. Striking at our worst fear.
I know that you've come. To end my shame. And dig up my empty scars. Just to cut them again. Have you ever been sown shut?. . I'll lay my hands down. To comfort your empty soul.
My name is Mr. Bloom and I'm from New Rochelle. And I sing this happy tune. Because my son, the astronaut, young Harvey Bloom. Has landed on the moon.
76 Sol Cohens in the country club. And 110 nice men named Levine. And there's more than a thousand Finks. Who parade around the Links. It's a sight that really must be seen.
Swing low, sweet chariot. Coming for to carry me home. Swing low, sweet chariot. Coming for to carry me home. . Swing low, sweet chariot. Coming for to carry me home.
Isn't it rich?. Are we a pair?. Me here at last on the ground,. You in mid-air.. Send in the clowns.. . Isn't it bliss?. Don't you approve?. One who keeps tearing around,.