Uncontrollable. Uncontrollable. Uncontrollable. . He ain't beside you, she ain't with me. Nobody in view, the city, the city. Is just us two. . We gotta good decision to make.
Fire one up and you toss one down. Everybody knows you been downtown. Been downtown late last night. Busted your head in a barroom fight. Fightin' with your brother fightin' with your wife.
The sky was hot. It's rays beat down on my head. I looked up vast and cloudless it cast unblinking eyes down on me. It's rays beat down on my head. I tried to look away.
Anger and lust my senses running amok. Bewildered and deluded, have I been hit by a truck?. When my tongue lay inside his lip. Felt like the time in the womb.
Unter meinem Fingernagel. Hatt ich ihn versteckt.. Unter all dem Dreck. Seinen Lebenszweck.. Unter meinem Fingernagel. War er gut versteckt.. Unter all dem Dreck.
Panic in the first beat of the morning. Even what I've got isn't worth offering. If I can't cross the sheets and hold your beat. . Talking in the street with who is listening.
So how you fuckin' feeling tonight?. We're (insert name here) from unimportant,. and I'm about to mimic some image of a rock and roll singer I have under lock and key..
The name is Asperity of Sin not Unknown. . Blood stained faces bodies torn apart.. Tear stained eyes and fists clenched longing for revenge.. Bearded men gun - toting men.
Porque no puedes sentir lo que por ti yo siento. Porque no me puedes querer como yo te estoy queriendo. . Acaso tu amor para mi esta prohibido. Y si es así entonces porque sigues conmigo.
Your holiness fills this place so I return. In brokeness I bring myself to the altar. Woe is me for I'm undone. Im overwhelmed as I behold. . Touch me Lord restore.
I'll tow the line, make up my mind and leave it behind until tomorrow. Slowly it all sinks in, wrinkles of time settle on the skin. Suddenly all appears, all that you were faded in the years.
SO SORRY KIDS. STILL NOBODY HOME. HEY PREACHER MAN. IT'S TIME FOR THE SHOW. GOT HOLLOW WORDS. FOR A HOLLOW WORLD. THE CLOCK ON THE WALL SAYS. IT'S TIME FOR MY TURN.
There once were two utopian societies. Pavonia, land of the peacocks. And Swaanendael, valley of the swans. Both have trade. Miserably. . There, behind every chair,.