She hates me and all my friends. With Love and war and battle plans. I'm down for the count from her high heel shoe. One, two, three, aint enough for you.
Did you get lost? Didn't you know notice. The same way you got here my dear is the only way out. Do you need a friend? Would you like a warm fire?. Settle right down here my dear 'cause there's no need to cry... oh no.
VIOLENCE! The language of the human race. SILENCE! The masses are the missiles in place. THE END! Of reason is the one last resort. DEFEND! Existance as we plunge into war.
Were getting dressed up for a good time. Got your ticket? Well I got mine. Grab your girl and let's ditch this place. It's time to leave the human race.
Something's out to get her - Trilogy of terror. Portfolio of horrors - Give her to the monsters. . Scream Karen Black , Karen Black Scream. Scream Karen Black , Karen Black Scream.
Is there something on your mind. Does that something now reside. Is it eating at your soul. Will your heart mend the hole. Will the wicked pain replace all your shame.
Your lost for miles near the western sky,. And the sun is going down. The buzzards and the vultures are the only life around. And out from the cold and dusty site.
I pointed to the map and said pick a place. Just when I thought there would be no reply. A western wind came howling in my face. And I was flying. . "Oh don't you take it slow.
The body of water that swallowed me whole. The wave that came rolling and swept me from shore. The feeling of floating forevermore. I pick my brain apart until it's sore.
I want to take photographs of things that are real. But science does not come to my aid. It brings forth these questions and theories I feel. It opposes and challenges my faith.
Crime, it only comes in waves. I keep one side in distress, the other side of me saved. Times, why do they always change?. I keep one foot in the grass, the other foot in the grave.
God damn these roots and how they plunge. Into this hard packed northern ground. Beneath the frost line lies my love. Where it is firmly held in place for now.
Outside in the rain. Amongst those outdoor sounds. I know you feel no pain. Underneath that ground. I feel my body wane. As my head lays down. Upon your hard packed grave.
"I think it's time we turn and face the music. I think it's time we went our separate ways. But first we'll ride (one last time) across the country. Just to find our final resting place".
It looks like we've worn this down. Trampled and tattered and tossed around. It looks like we've dragged this out. as far as the eye can see now. It seems like I've sold my soul.
I found an artist beneath my skin. He buried himself deep within me. And he's playing a tune with a soft melody. He's playing a tune so soft. . I found an artist beneath me skin.
I try and find a key so I can sing or say. A little of my peace in a subtle way. This guitar I can barely play. Yet I still strum along. And I yearn to hear your thoughts.
I'm your secret. You're my worst friend. I know, I know. I know the river runs to the sea. All of the time. Still, I keep coming back to land. Come, come.
T.R.O.U.B.L.E. . A-aha, a-aha, a-aha, trouble.... A-aha, a-aha, aha-aha, trouble.... A-aha, a-aha, a-aha, trouble.... A-aha, a-aha, aha-aha, trouble....
Singing along to the cheesy love songs. Madonna, Timberlake, Rihanna and K-Pop. Walking around like a non-cerebral. Love zombie with a taste for love not evil.