Wash away the anger. . Here I stand beneath. The warm and soothing rain. The droplets falling. Gently down on the terrain. Wash away the sorrow. All the stains of time.
Memories broken. The truth goes unspoken. I've even forgotten my name. . I don't know the season. Or what is the reason. I'm standing here holding my blade.
The hot wind blowing. Jagged lines across the sand. The crumbling buildings. In our minds are all that stand. . Just like the buffalo. Blindly following the herd.
I hear he's out there somewhere. Been looking for him everywhere. From Roswell to Timbuktu. I thought I found him once at a Jiffy lube. But it turned into a dead end.
To be with you I would risk a thousand lifetimes. To be with you there's no mountain that I wouldn't climb. If you're the sky let me be the cloud that runs right through you now.
I was seventeen when the train passed through. Young I had nothing better to do. I was lost when I saw his pretty smile. He said baby can I hold you for a while.
He promised her a new and better life, out in Arizona. Underneath the blue never ending sky. Swore that he was gonna get things in order, he'd send for her.
Eyes wide open,. To the spur of your beauty. Finding hope in. All that you made for me. . Set, apart,. The things worth feeling,. Deep in my heart. Fall, again,.
Freshly showered jet jockey's. In the Chico Club bar. Drinking neat Wild Turkey. They smoke Havana cigars. . Screaming MIG fighter. In the Latin night.
Well it's a hard time for the traveller. And it's a high time for the poor. Something's very wrong here. This key won't fit the door. I'm gonna call a lawyer.
It's everywhere outside your window. Just beware, just you chill. Truth laid bare, if this don't get you. Next thing will. . The rag and bone man. He's trying to scare you.
wishing on a shooting star. But dreams alone won't get you far. cant deny your feeling anymore. the world is waiting right outside your door. what are you waiting for.
The distance. (oliver james). . The sky has lost its color. The sun has turned to gray. At least thats how it feels to me. Whenever youre away. . I crawl up in the corner.
Yesterday when I was just a boy in times of youthful hero worship. My kind have been molded by images on the screen. Brought up to emulate the big guns.
Growin' up in broken homes. You find yourself at ten years old. Runnin' drag and startin' fights. But minors hide behind their rights. . Start slow with beer and pot.
Featuring jonathan davis of korn. Lyrics written by jonathan davis/nathan cox. Music writen by mikey doling/tumor fahnestock. Produced by mikey doling/tumor fahnestock and jim wirt.
From the fuel that fills your truck. To the coffee in your cup. Don't thank the corner store. For that early morning rush. Thank a farmer. . Yeah I think back to that hayfield.
I'm wastin' half of my life just lookin' back. Thinkin' all of my good times were in the past. Ain't no joy to be found livin' life like that. . I couldn't feel the sunshine on my face.