we're screaming murder,. so thank you hero for death of rock & roll,. for relighting the fire in our hearts back to the days of bloodied up and broken bones..
on the black streets kill me quickly and try to forget me.. steal my home beneath my feet and hang us high and out of sight.. my blood, your hands: cut through the skin you'll see my blood on your hands..
The Flop. . In a logical condition, you can't afford to listen, you'll turn back to. people understanding what you wish and thesunrise will tell you. what to choose.
Temecula. . Bitch don't tell me there's a question, I'll hide my head, but it. might be the only difference. It was a great September. Take my air, now I can't breathe, fuck my mind and you try to slide away.
A flower for poor Rose, took the hope away.. A life full of lies. Bad joke. Thanks, Mom.. The bow breaks and the cradle falls.. The ugly seed has been sowed..
She wrote in my yearbook, "baby, promise lets stay in touch".. But i know, she knows, i know she didn't.. Maybe we just grew up.. Cuz it's been four years and a whole damn summer and baby, i just gave up..
[Verse 1]. She's off the wall, wall. This chick is it, she's got a dead nan. l, all. She's got a job, but she looks hotter on the floor. I could watch her forever but we've only got one night.
Into my veins. Fear walk beside the courage. When night falls another challenge. Comes out of nowhere. . As the nightfall. The shadow stares at me. I extend my hand in search of something.
The whole road is mine tonight. And I'll just keep driving until I find. Someplace to be.. The sky seems so low tonight. And I just can't help but wonder why.
Sometimes I wonder where I'd be. If I'd just done things differently. I want you to tell me what I'm worth,. I want you to make me feel alive,. Make me feel alive..
I'll purse my lips and let my fingers do the talking,. There's so much that I want to say.. But after all, we couldn't be kept apart;. You and me, we're doing this ourselves..
I'm always running, but am I even moving?. Down a road that never leads me home,. I'm not convinced I was ever in control.. I'm sick of hiding what I'm really thinking,.
This heart was a bomb that you set on fire. I laid it to rest on a funeral pyre. I said goodbye yeah, words were said. I tried to revive it but my heart was already dead.
I'm tired of waiting for you. To see in me. What I've always seen in you.. I'm done with living my life. For someone that doesn't. Know how to choose..
Closer please, closer. Closer please, closer. Closer please, closer. Closer please, closer. . Closer. That is his nature. That is his nature. . That is his nature.
I've got this little itch that I never learned to scratch. It seems that even if I had, I'd rather itch than not. When the pleasure is the lesser and it's giving to the pressure.
Your gross fabrication of pretext could bore. Yet still I fall victim to syntax omitted. Just shy of something I could understand. . So blissful, I press on to the sound of the organs.
The apparitions tango to the sound of their heels tapping. A procession of prosthetic limbs and mannequins. They're all perfect models of imperfection.
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.