My darkest hours in the sickness.. For all rip of my darkest hours.. The light in the sickness. This is the blind of collapse.. Take everything in the distance of memories.
[Verse:]. Never fade from the destiny. From sets in the enemies. Another last in the colder of decorations. Keeping me closure in the killing me inside.
You cannot hide. Your pedigree. Don't call me cynical.. I can't provide. A guarantee. Don't call me cynical.. . Time and time again. I'm finding a better defense.
Just move along. There's nothing to see here. Just flashing lights that simmer. In pools that catch their crimson. . As the spectacle unfolds. On tiptoes, bells and whispers.
Blame me just like a fool. There's really no excuses. Its just something you do so easy. . Acting out just like a child. Living your life somewhere in denial.
You promised me the world and I saw nothing. How could I have ever been so dumb?. Manipulate and take what you want from me. You're so original. . Without love, without trust,.
I'm drinking wine in the morning. I just can't seem to stop. Snorting blue collar gak from a black hooker's arse. The mirrorball's starting to rock. The mirrorball's starting to rock.
The girl of my dreams is giving me nightmares. I found her on TV now I see her everywhere. She's got style, she's got violent ways about her. She's got me so that I can't dream without her.
Do, do, do, do, do, do. . Take it slow on a fragment of melody. Take it slow. And you'll find your way back to me. Take it slow. . Get out your music and dance with me.
Divine the killing. Sublime terrorist, gentle gnasher. We are alone, we are wired together. Uptight in Terminal City. Fucked up in Terminal City. A Terminal City.
Sup up, lad, I've spilt more ale down me waistcoat. Than you've supped tonight.. Bonnington's or Willy's lads?. Willy's tastes like piss.. I've got ten pints down me neck the night,.
Where's the fucking party?. Someone's in the kitchen eating pies and mucky tarts,. Bammy's in the bathroom and he's lighting up his farts.. Now Peter's supping bitter, he's getting really canned,.
Cradle me, I'll cradle you. I'll win your heart with a woop-a-woo. Pullin' shapes just for your eyes. . So with toothpaste kisses and lines. I'll be yours and you'll be.
Ten pints of Boddies and a barley wine,. We've got to make the Bear's Head before closing time.. We're the Macc Lads, we were born in a pub,. We like us ale and we like us grub,.
Pint after pint after pint after pint we sup,. Crack after crack after crack after crack we fuck,. There's a pink giving me the wink,. And she'll make me finger stink,.
Never cry on your own, never cry. But when you cry. Just try and find some perfect stranger. With the tissue shoulders on. . 'Cos I know the score and it's hard.
Train roll on, on down the line,. Wont you please take me far away?. Now I feel the wind blow outside my door,. Means Im leaving my woman behind.. Tuesdays gone with the wind..
careless and free now fully aware,. we dodge and weave to find an end,. strive to avoid the glaring truth,. stepping faint.. . we will hold the light,.
I am resting, in this place,. and I won't move now,. cause I can travel, past the boundaries of space,. cause we are here now.. . if the world shakes, we will dance again,.
You Claim It A Loose Justice,. And Say Theres Nothing Here For Me,. I Cant Aid Your Frustration,. Or Bring Life To The Line.. Cause I Cant Take It Anymore,.