Don't fall asleep now, the daylight has come. Just crowd the streets now... and look what I've become. . Shake your eyes, look to the right side of this.
I am the fold, in the wake. Watch me push her back and break. I lose all my friends, and wash away. All the fractures I've displayed. . But we still, hold on.
I feel something inside me wants to break free. I feel something inside me needs to change. I can't be living this way for too much longer. I feel I just can't be living this way.
not so long ago. i passed out, couldn't move and i hit the floor. i'm badly broken. i know that you will turn your back on me. . and then again. i do the same thing over and over again.
do you know what keeps me up at night?. too many times i've seen the light. there are things that have never been said. for example: i've been dead for quite a while.
You got a perfect life. You got a perfect wife. You got it all made up. 'Cause you got this perfect plan. . How does it feel to be perfect. In everything you do?.
i see you fail and i laugh. you took a hit. and you got no backup. you fucked it up once again. i blame you for that. still give you no backup. . i watch it blow.
friend, i've lost another friend. pretend, that things will never end. time, time go real slow. the only thing we know is that we'll die someday. . cry, oh cry.
it's beautiful with drunken eyes. i love it when you tell me lies. you're the devil in disguise. here's what i get for all of my tries. something's happened with my head.
Such a strange parade without destination,. the last mascaraed with a headshot collusion,. hard to breath rebellion, when you're trapped like a spider,.
Time drowns like a machine. Caught between the tides. Its twisted anchors drift below. Pressed like the pins in a map. Dressed in single file. Mark the places you won't go.
in this room the hours of love. differ in shades of gray. still make shadows. fill your hand, stranger. fill your hand, stranger. fill your hand, stranger.
In this room, the hours of love. Differ in shades of gray. Still make shadows. . In this room, the hours of love. Differ in fears, we'll shake lovers.
It's making me nervous. How every day feels the same. Meet my phantoms, they never seem to want to go away. So they stay. . I found a good place for everyone I know to come and rest.
New music. New listening. Not an attempt to understand something that is said. For if something were being said. The sounds would be given the shapes of words.
Inevitably it's starting to bleed. And couldn't be stopped, that's justice. Incredible luck, to lift and be struck. What curious things. . A moment to think before we will sing.
it's just a little less. (uh sorry, sorry, let me do that again). it's a lot like you're pushing too hard. it's just a little less. you compensate enough for your lack of, your lack....
I know you don't want change. but nothing is ever what it used to be. grab the rope, hoist yourself up. with a coffee in hand. comforted by reliance on substance.
oh how, how is this worth waiting. it feels like it's rushed, rushed because you.... oh how.... let her to take as. they already know. tell me if you're straying off.