Look alive gentleman. Or fake your death. Tour wounds undressed beneath your costumes. Some are so well rehearsed. For hearses it hurts. Always the first to wave the white flag.
Alongside all hearts. As they finish with backdrop cities. As jagged teeth are digging deeper. Ripping new wounds for former scars. Stricken with insomnia.
Second Place to you is the last place I ever thought I'd be. and in this race the selfish survive while the selfless suffocate in suffering. I'm choking on the words that kept us alive.
Its the consequence of privileged information. You can run, you can hide but light will find a way. And wither away, haunted and haunting. We all are followed by shadows from martyrs and mercenaries.
The caravan of camp followers. Castrate clientele on the heels of their father's.. Destined to underachieve.. Never overcome the art of subversion.. .
By Tom Douglas & Johnny Christopher. . True love, talkin' bout true love. Gotta have real love. Whatcha gonna do?. True love. . Love don't hate, love don't play those games with your mind.
1. The Power of God - Words and Music by Geoff Bullock and Brian Houston. 2. God Didn't Give Me a Spirit of Fear - Words and Music by Chris Falson. 3. As the Coming of the Lord - Words and Music by Rosanna Palmer.
I read about this guy once. He seemed to own the earth. As far as big shots go. And people in the know, well. . He was definitely top of the list. Anything he wanted, he'd get it.
I was beaten by the rains. of december. I was thrown into a world. that I remember. Hated me and so I hate it too. . I was freed by all the rules. that ensaved me.
She never took the train alone. She hated being on her own. She always took me by the hands. And say she needs me. . She never wanted love to fail. She always hoped that it was real.
Sweet innocent child. With your open eyes. You've seen us for who. We really are. . And I know that there'll be tomorrow. So that hope can have its glory day.
Reamonn - The Only Ones. . Sweet the hands that. Laid me to the ground. Sweet the voice that. Makes the sweetest sound. . And I won't go down. I won't go down.
He asked to hold her hand. Sees her looking at another man. Striking blow to her head. Finishes it off with a backhand. He tells her he's sorry,. true love always.
Thistle Boy, commin' up down the Highlands way. Got a purple hairdoo got a bottle of whisky yeah. Jumpin' up & down then rollin' all around Aee. He said Ach Aye I said I know you're a Thistle Boy.
we're lookin' back to see. the eighteenth century. talkin' bout the shit that went down. after the fall of culloden. that's when prince charlie ran away.
The world we know is changin' fast. The walls are closin' in. And now's the time to make a stand. Don't let the cowards win. . We're beset by a common foe.
CHORUS:. . Thank God it's Christmas. The best time of the year. Thank God it's Christmas. Let's drink a fucking beer. . Thank God it's Christmas. Get out the mistletoe.
We paint thin lines of love and hate. And in tearing down this picture it creates. Is the proof we loved once, loved once,. The air that fall apart around us becomes.
Take time, what's on your mind?. Everybody's standing on another side. It's a chance for personal gain. If you're gonna play on someone else's shame. .