I gotta rush away, she said. I've been to Boston before. Anyway, this change I've been feeling. Doesn't make the rain fall. . No big differences these days.
When the worlds at war, who will you be for?. When it comes to life, are you the enemy?. Have we lost our minds or are we just blind. To the world outside? This is reality.
Something has happened to your world. Can you imagine you could. There's too much pressure on you now. . Why you would ever throw away. What's been given to you.
What do you do when you don't get better. Strong arms get to, get to weak to hold her. Oh God give me and just enough strength to make it through. Sleepless this madness is walking me out to the ledge.
I know inside, I want to live. It's just that I can't live like this. The same old ways, the same old days. The same old faces. I'm looking for the right things to say.
We wake up at 3, and fall back asleep. because leaving here is just a waste of energy and time. with so much to do, and nothing to lose, no motivation picks me up.
Won't You take a ride with me today. into another world we leave to stay. in secret rendez-vous within Your mind. tomorrow is denied and left behind. "Come with me and I will show You.
Sleigh bells ring. Are you listening. In the lane. Snow is glistening. A beautiful sight. We're happy tonight. Walking in a winter wonderland. . Gone stray is the bluebird.
Based on a true story. How I remember it well. I passed you in the lobby of. The White Sands Hotel. And you walked into that little cafe. And our eyes meet and you smiled.
Here I lay all alone in the night. Beside myself tonight. So lonely which my words can't explain. Could it be I'm going mad. And tomorrow I will wake.
I can not understand. The way that things just end. Your index finger pointed at the door. I said that i would leave. You told me leave the keys. And take away your socks and your shoes.
The wisest man in this brutal land. Stumbles but he doesn't fall. On his dying day, he'll be heard to say. "I've learned nothing at all". . Oh, we're cutting through the forests.
We want sweets, blunts, joints and bongs. And the smell of a skunk, but what the funk is going on. new mark. -ass niggas, funkin' up the game. techniques.
Bare feet tickled by the powdery sand. Pressing footprints along the shore. A vain attempt to leave a testament. That I walked this path before. Will you remember.
Lonely it spreads its wings. Eager to wake my fire. Slowly circling over me. Burning with deep desire. I don't know why it hurts. What the hell is it all about.
The darkness covers the place we live. The children ask for reasons why. When acid rains burns your skin to shreds. And children die with open eyes. .
Get your fat ass off the acetate into. Down twenty, why stairs. It came from the rest there. Goes to rest in the heart. . First I was a foreigner then suddenly everything.
Get your fat ass off the acetate into. Down twen'y stairs. It came from the rest There,. goes to rest in the heart. "First I was a foreigner??". Then suddenly "Everything (is) was cool forever".
Justice System. Is there justice in the system? Or is it just us in the system?. The love to drag your ass to court. This is the areana for their sick sport. They run for office and make more laws. 100,000 reasons to futher their cause. We get charged, we better watch out. A system of fear, what they make out. Either way it goes - good or bad. The attorneys get paid and they get fat. Is there justice in a world gone crazy? Where it's survival of the fat and lazy? The less you've got they've got you on your knees. You'll cop please, they get fees.....
It's like the powers-that-be have totally outlawed living,. The natural way, the way that we were meant to live.. You know, if you wanna hunt, or you wanna fish, you know.