In my hands, I hold the ashes. In my veins, black pitch runs. In my chest, a fire catches. In my way, the setting sun. Dark clouds gather 'round me. Due northwest, the soul is bound.
I rode myself into the ground. But hell, it's almost over now. I don't see nothing but the light. Darkness filled my days. The rising sun has shown the way.
I done some preachin' back in Texas before the war. Now I hunt heathens 'cause it pays better than the Lord. I ride with Demons, The Devil at my side.
Hey Hey Davy Brown. You weren't born a killer. But ya can't tell it now. . Take that shotgun. Saw it on down. You're one bloody bastard Davy Brown. . One step ahead of that hangman's noose.
Your mother died night you were born her name you never knew. Look away. Look away. Nothing to loose. . left east tenneessee at fourteen. Wonderd to the west.
Born under a south Kentucky sky. He'd come west to Mexico to fight 1842 at Mier. The gutters filled with blood and fear. Barely made it back to Texas alive.
All disputes aside. Refutes still decide. I have yet to try it. Taking it in stride. (All so nervously while trying to stress). Acts I've earned with lies.
High noon, oh I'd sell my soul for water. Nine years worth of breakin' my back. There's no sun in the shadow of the wizard. See how he glides, why he's lighter than air.
Whoa. . I get the same old dream, same time every night. Fall to the ground and I wake up. So I get out of bed, put on my shoes, and in my head. Thoughts fly back to the break-up.
Gone. It's hard for me to see when I'm wrong. It's hard for me to weep when I'm strong. But I could never sleep when you're gone. Oh but still. If you were gonna crucify me.
She's lost in coma where it's beautiful. Intoxicated from the deep sleep, deep sleep. Do you wonder what it's like. Living in a permanent imagination?.
I tried to think of what to give you on this special day. Maybe a hundred roses. Maybe a photogragh. What's in my heart forever. Or just some ugly picture of my big fat head.
FE-TISH-A. Day glow all of you. Made for those little sick ones. Played out in super drag. Mistreat another piece of you. . Pleasing you was a trick. Raping you all with a stick.
Denied. (Words and music: Jay Gordon/Amir Derakh/Bobby Hewitt/Ryan Shuck/Paige Haley). . It's Cold being your lover. So cold. I'm tired of being your lover.
Wake me from this altered state. My futures' looking brighter all the time. I'm stumbling and delirious. Somethings' changed since the teenage days. I'm growing into my own.
It's in my head everyday,. A braindead revolution. Mixed up in so many ways,. But it translates the same,. It translates the same.. Too bad you get nothing back.
Sleeping with your headphones turned up. Looking like a doll. Pillow talk to solve your problems. Another to break your fall. . So here we go again. It's a race to cut ties.
Watch out here I come, come (echoe) !!!!. . Chorus:. You spin me right round, baby. Right round like a record, baby. Right round, round, round. (x2). .
Suckerface. Bring me back the time. Because you know you're special. And we think you know you're wrong. Suckerface you're special. Do you believe yourself it's not science.
You're bright light and animated a demolition color scheme. Mismatched and complicated who put the hex on Mr. X?. . Living in a big top dimension you're the sucker of the mini world.