Pinch history. Feel the pinch blistering. Pinch me in my dreams. 'Cause I'm still not listening. X marks the spot. On your calendar days. A beard half eaten.
This time I'm gonna take the collection baby. And with the money in my hand. I'm gonna purchase all the details. Scrub you clean with my soap opera chirping.
I don't mind all these blatant stares. 'Cause my words are like all you people, meaningless. Spineless like the mime, imitates the shrine, the shrine of college.
Pinch history. Feel the pinch blistering. Pinch me in my dreams. 'Cause I'm still not listening. X marks the spot. On your calendar days. A beard half eaten.
T-minus ten seconds and counting. Ten seconds to counting. T-minus ten seconds and counting. Ten seconds to go. T-minus ten seconds to counting. . Metronome charisma.
Autonomous machete for hands. Warden and judge hide behind masks. Wet raindrop lull. Small rationing. Exhumed the rhetoric of. Break the weak in single file.
In the humble stench of nativity. Hummed the smell of television snow. A faint S.O.S. flickering. Riding on the coattails of their ground zero. . Neighborhood footprints ingrown.
There's nothing like the way she looks. When she fucks me those her big brown eyes. . I know she's mad at me (mad at me). When would we feel. . The blue bird has arrived.
Kiss and kill your boyfriend. And all rich ones, too. Rich kids of the world unite. Dime on the bleachers. Head says not that far away. Bu the only way up is down.
In the humble stench of nativity. Hummed the smell of television snow. A faint S.O.S. flickering. Riding on the coattails of their ground zero. . Neighborhood footprints ingrown.
We all become. What we most dislike. In this picket fence cartel. Tell? There's nothing left to tell. . What have we become. Cycle all over again. Filled the shoes 'til I was ten.
So we see the opportunities. Stitch and thread. With no down payments. Our neighbors see it through their. Own eyes so that the others hear. The story, the grapevine.
The proposition. Handcuffed to the park bench. Hypodermic people poking. fun at the living. Please take the weight out of this. It takes the weight out of living.
I was born. I was thrown into the sunset. You were there. And a silent sleeping window array. I was tossed. Into walls of happy sundays. By the pair. Memories fade into the weekend away.
Two hot girls coming out in the sunlight. Save me, save me!. . The sun is beating down, it's riding high in the sky. There's women all around but nothing's catching my eyes.
Someone falls to pieces. Sleepin all alone. someone kills the pain. spinning in the silence. To finally drift away. someone gets exited. In a chapel yard.
No man is ever truly good. No man is every truly evil. I do the things you never could. And we won't ever be equal. . No man is ever truly good. No man is every truly evil.
Come on, Jerichooo. You know I got ya, yeah. . One, Break the wall down. (Break down the walls). . For those about to rock and what ya want. Baby you know you're Judas and I'm your priest.