We close our eyes and talk in silence. Knowing God will hear the words we say. We call on him to make a difference. To fix our lives in every way. As we pray.
You were born with a choice at least. So i'm not dropping any sympathy. And in my head i'm on my porch. Buildings across the street from me. Living lives too complete for me.
I'm trying to figure out. Trying to understand why. We look up to those spreading genocide. . Bragging you're a dealer. Saying it with pride. While baby's born on drugs.
Come on, truly it was always dusted fly dead in the corner of some window. I couldn't win 'cause sunburnt skin is in. If there was a pin to pull, I'd pull the pin.
Take away my scrilla, my diamonds and my Benzo. Could you love me with your heart and soul?. Take away my scrilla, my diamonds and my Benzo. Could you love me with your heart and soul?.
She was only seventeen when she walked into my life. She had head filled with dreams and she wanted to strive. She wasn't afraid to say. Or do the things to get what she wanted.
he is alive and kicking. he calls it gymnastics, calls it velocity. and you spend twenty years climbing and never change your mind. and you call it the path of least resistance.
it must be something in the air, she said. that makes it so square when we get together. feels like snakes in my hair. and it feels all wrong somehow.
And now he craves a complication. You're something up his sleeve. He bends the rails to miss the station. To let the pressure breathe. And now for real eyes of this fiction.
minutes seem like seconds. and the seconds seem like days. that doesn't make sense. put down the phone. be sure you hang up first. that doesn't make sense.
walked for hours so i can think for a minute. this is a crowded road and i've got a speed limit. drag me out of my bed cos i'm drowning in it. pick up a clean slate and beat me to death with it.
you're not the first to think that everything has been thought before. i spoke to an echo and he said "i'm not satisfied i want something more". . 'cause i am bored with three dimensions.
Domestic bliss and trapdoors. Where have I been. A step from this falling elevator. This speeding train. Crawling down the freeway. Just to start. To start it all over again.
just a simple change of scenery. from 360 degrees. maybe it's all we need. 6, 5, 4, 3. welcome to the last minute. and we've spent it on a sound byte.
A servant to no sweet heart of convenience.. No colour of love saw its emotion as evidence.. This transaction doesn't tear my soul apart,. Just burn a hole in my pocket but not in my heart..
either side of a thin blue line. is a collection of satellites. singing circles. singing words that don't mean anything. but they keep me in orbit. and they keep me sure.
Somewhere, we'll meet. Some blue stoned back street. Some black and white scene. Just you, and me, and the amazing machine that does not work. In seprate lives the gentle hum of post-war.
You woke up, in pieces. From making these changes. And holding me ransom, won't write you an anthem. On the outside, I'm trying, 'cause inside, I'm dying.
if you ran to the end of the earth. i would catch you and you would be safe. if you fell down the well. i would bring you a rope and take all the pain.
I've been sleeping with ghosts. I've been watching stars. Crawling out of the sky. And I've been hoping. I'm close to the space man movies. I call my life.