Your pathetic your fucking weak. And I'm sick of it all. Social anesthetic of people you bleed. And I'm sick of it all. Your unapologetic even though you shouldn't be.
You take this all for granted. All the things they choose to feed you. By keeping you distracted. Just long enough to bleed you dry. . A reason for your anger.
I light another cigarette. Stop to think about it. Come to no conclusions. . Take each step as it comes. Hold no prisioners except myself. Painful thoughts denied.
I'm feeling kinda down. All I can do is hold my head down to the ground. And it's all your fucking fault you goddamned bitch!. Fuck you,you ruined my life,i now have nothing to live for-so fuck you..
And you bring me to my knees again. All this time that I could beg you please, in vain. All the times that I've felt insecure for you. And I leave my burdens at the door.
And you can bring me to my. And all this time that I could beg you please. And all the times that I felt insecure for you. And I leave my burdens at the door.
And you. Bring me to my knees, again. All the times that I could beg you please, in vain. All the times that I felt insecure, for you. And I leave my burdens at the door.
As I walk along these streets. I see a man that walks alone. Distant echo of people's feet. He has no place to call his own. . A shot rings out from a roof overhead.
We chase misprinted lies. We chase the tracks of time. And yet I fight, and yet I fight. This battle all alone. No one to cry to. No place to call home.
When you come to a fork in the road. You can almost taste it. Never knowing which way to go. It's not been tested. All alone you try to take it to fake it.
Take off your gown if you want.. Im here for you. Dont be shy.. Weve both been used before,. my heart doesnt care.. . Undo my belt if you want.. No reason to whisper tonight..
I found a shelter and garden,. on the corner of Fountain and Vine.. It's made for gamblers who lose,. a place for brave men to whine.. . Every so often there's trouble,.
Impression and suffering. Depression and hostility. Obsession in vanity. All on the cover page. . Soaking in. Saturates. Turns to grey. . All these things.
We are the bastards of Eden,. or so it seems.. Another orphan dreaming,. of what they can bring.. . Would you care for a pipe?. Can I get you a drink?.
Talk To Me. You Never. Talk To Me. Do We Suffer. From. Social Atrophy. And When The Conversation's Over. When The Conversation's Over. . We've Taken What's Been Given.
Everyday I wake up with my head in the ground,. and I don't have the strength to look around.. Promises, oh promises they're all that I hear,. but the chance of one breaking has got me living in fear..
So close no matter how far. Couldn't be much more from the heart. Forever trusting who we are. And nothing else matters. . Never opened myself this way.
sweet, sweet city woman. sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet city woman. sweet, sweet city woman. sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet city woman. . well I'm on my way. to the city life.
Do you feel like your falling. You've taken this step. In front of you. Is further from the truth. And fall apart. In front of me again. Denial isn't the way to forgiveness.