Love and it's consequences. You can't win but you can't get out. Leaving yourself defenseless. So high you can't get back down. . Love and it's consequences.
YES THIS IS VERY PATCHY, PLEASE HELP!. . suffer the things you suffer. Playing looks delightful. suffer the things you sometime. When I trying get my hands or.
Don't waste your time on the kiss of life. . We're the walking dead now. Don't even try in your nine to five. We're the walking dead now. Look overhead, listen what I said,.
Now I know that you think that I'm miserable,. But you have to understand,. There's a hole in my soul, it's considerable,. And I need a helping hand,.
Laughing, laughing and laughing,. Silently tempting and treated like no-one,. Smiling, smiling and smiling,. A style that gets you numbed and disgusted..
I'm so much like you. Restless and reckless, I need a clue. So show me a sign, I feel like making a move. Real geographic, a change in mood. . We'll let go of everything we know.
When I was a kid. I was a dick. But nothing changes. Threw myself around. Till I was sick. But nothing changes. . When I was a kid. I was a dick. But nothing changes.
I made it to the city lights. Before they took over my life. And that's the only one I got. Now they gonna make me despair,. They'll make me pay for the air.
Ooh, don't you know we have it made. Yeah everything will turn out great. When the stars were born they called our names,. Yeah, don't you know we have it made.
Lies and desire. And the fuel to humble fires. Considering the end, where the winds begin. And I see the way we're lost among the episodes. They cannot see the whole or the passing role.
White, he's a good boy, he loves his mamma. he loves jesus and his country too. he's a good boy, working class white male. loves violence and his dumb girlfriend too. and that's enough to make m.
Your hair pinned up in circles. Worn like a widow to second the motion of second nature. Like two rafts knotted and ju-knotted. And still where sound is lost and found.
There will be ice cream for naked boys swimming in kettles, diving in. Tornado country beat Allen lumber into mud ponds, sinking in. My ears are ringing, I keep hearing summer setting.
Wake up April, it'll be summer soon. And you'll be sipping your morning coffee in the afternoon. Walking slowly because there's nowhere to go. But your heart keeps beating so, so, so.
"publicly subsidized! privately profitable!" that's the anthem of the upper-tier (the puppeteer untouchable). we focus a moment, nod in approval and bury our head back in the bar-codes.
1st Verse:. Theres a light in the shed that should help you find your way,. and through this door you deserve a beating through the machine.. Little did you once know in the race for the telephone,.