there are reasons to talk about it.. this patriarchy we live in (i see it everyday).. who's in the front row finger pointing?. is the gender ratio in bands disappointing?.
I've waited for this moment and it's finally arrived. It's finally my time and I'm feeling so fine. So pack up your bags, move too, he ran. My time, my time has finally --.
Its a beautiful night and Im opened up. The look in your eyes says so much. Nothing can touch us out here. Dont know where we are but I know I see. A beautiful girl walking next to me.
We are pawns but we are well dressed and ready for the violence. And the room screams silence, your move the audience waiting. And the streets will fill as the buildings swell to the rooftops.
I questioned, found answers, but I cant seem to shake these habits. And lessons, I'm learning, bittersweet they look inside of me. But please done leave....I'll be right here.
And I'll concede, I was the first. To take this news and doubt my everything. Wonderin' how we would go, go on from here?. When everything I thought I needed most was taken from me.
Stop, stop, stop the train wreck. It's not the way, way we started out. It seems we've lost the road map. And I can't find another way. . Hard times it had a hold.
How can you make me feel that way. Make me feel like I shouldn't go. Or will you judge me and not believe. Can you carry me away. . Someday give me strength.
Beatific vision divinely intervened. I was sinking swiftly into the Sea of Dreams. A voice called faintly; I almost didnt hear. Thoughts were overwhelmed; I succumbed to fear.
Hanging on the Iron Tree. Fat white worms devour me. Drowning in the Sea of Blood. Buried in the poisoned mud. . I was taken to the South. Serpents came from my mouth.
I let you in just a little too close. You shut the door, so nobody would know. I know I heard a shot on the fourteenth floor. The music was raw, you really put on a show.
Across the lines. On the cities careless lips. It is my time. To sense the times. Drink classroom milk. Smell the spirit of shopping streets. Live sixth day paradise.
We got something to say about everything.. And you got everything right in your little brain.. The news they found in magazines, They all sing something new..
No sabes cuanto estas en mis rezos. No sabes cuanto espero el regreso. Quiero dejar todo por ti. . No hay fama que ya mueva mi cuna. Yo quiero estar contigo y la luna.
Du är fri och tar allting för givet, du kan skratta åt livet. Du lever för stunden, precis som jag. Det är nudlar och lånade pengar, du har grå efterslängar.
Some say he was an outlaw that he roamed across the land. With a band of unschooled ruffians and few old fishermen. No one knew just where he came from or exactly what he'd done.
I was born and raised an orphan in a land that once was free. In a land that poured its love out on the moon;. and I grew up in the shadows of your silos filled with grain,.
I will take it to the wire now. Until every race is run. I'll go straight into the fire now. Until every day is done. Voices say, break away. Live the night as if each moment.
When I watch you walk away. I can hear the words you say. In another time and place. Just a renegade. . 'Cause it's something that you knew. Make it right-make it true.
you led me to water. then you let me me drown. i've come back who's sorry now?. sorry you wasted your time. time spent sick and all alone. so i picked you up and took you home.