Took the plunge now I can't win. Tempted to commit some more original sin. I gotta find a way. I gotta find a way to choose. Not praying for my bride to be.
While your friends are growing up and taking vows. Youre still giving all your body will allow. But all the boys are gonna love you now. And your talent means so much to me.
When we were young. Hymns were sung but never sold. Never sold. . You flung your hands. In His plans, theyre getting cold. Getting cold. . If youre fearful.
You're done pushing papers oh I know that wasn't easy. But I'm not gonna stand by 'cause the sight just makes me queasy. Acting so immune when the firing squad is calling.
Girl you say you want me. Girl you say you need me. But you only want me for your soul. And bleeding heart. . But if you say its over. Youll make it much too easy.
Solo soy un testigo oculto. Listo a captar todo lo que ocurra. Solo soy un eterno alumno. Que quiere aprender de todo lo tuyo. . Cada que volteo hacia atras.
Tres mas y once meses. Pa' llegar hasta el final. De un milenio mas. De cohabitar el mundo. . Todo paso fugaz. Frente de mi un siglo atrás. Vivian a otro ritmo.
Yes this is the campaign. Slithered entrails. In the cargo bay. A neutered is the vastness. Hallow vacuum check the. Oxygen tanks. They hibernate. But have they kissed the ground.
Pray that your family never forgets. The arousal from a corpse that fuels your taste. Blonde to the shoulders, blind to the pill. He found solace in the act of infection.
cut and paste. were you sitting down. on the beaded impotence of new orleans. a hint of suspense when that telephone rings. this is forever. . it paved a wave of distance.
Cut and paste. Were you sitting down. On the beaded impotence of New Orleans. A hint of suspense when that telephone rings. . This is forever. It paved a wave of distance.
I'm just tired of counting bodies. Is this mausoleum tardy. Let's just paint you a pretty face. Flies dip tongues into tear ducts. In toothpicks fought unborn.
Got to get to the head of the crowd. Got to get in front of a line. . Take it like a man. Take it like a man. Take it like a man. . Got to get to the head of the crowd (now).
They'd call it a wasteland. Auslander plates. You know its armor was human. Drove stakes into the main camps. Eyesockets sank into. The back of its head again.
Strike this match. And let loose the oven's breath. Up the volume that. Flirts with the UHF. . Swipe the magnet on the audio tape. These arsons of grand larceny.
[Spoken:]. A: "Oh, man.". B: "I know, do I scare you?". A: "Yeah, you do.". B: "I hope so.". A: "Why are you trying to scare me?". B: "Because I wanna bite you, man.".
Intravenously polite it was the walkie-talkies. That had knocked the pins down. As their shoes gripped the dirt floor. In the silhouette of dying. Dancing on corpses' ashes.
This is the accent of the half hearted land. Does it all make sense now. And if the ship was built in bottled sand. Does it all make sense now. . The anchors kiss was scrawled.
I-N-I-T-I, A-T-I-O-N. . Follow you home after every show. Perforated into tiny fragments. Heavy breathing's your new fan club. A john handcock with the safety off after every show.
Strip off the shell. Give me the honor. Walk into the middle of the road. Give me the honor. How does it feel. Give me the honor. How does it look down there.