Dear Mr. President. I'm a soldier. With the 80nd airborne. Stationed overseas. My family and my friends. All pray that God. Is watching over me. But even God.
A clown is the reason for this pain. The fawn they were teasing grew antlers out of it's brain.. A clown is the reason for this pain.. The dawn is a season and all the season's done is rain..
I rode in a boat with concrete women. They like their Coca Cola's plasticine. These witches of the rocky shores. Cast their spells by whipping stones against my skull.
Whatever it is you want. I dont care about that. But I'll give it to grace. to fall down on your face. . Sentimental Rose heres on fire. all to mend this heart.
Are your thoughts breaking? Are your thoughts crushing?. Are they naked, are they aching to be pushing?. Do you feel clean?. I feel that too much. and the hunch I didn't play beckons my way.
Mmm, big hand came. And struck me down. Didnt look away. Lord, I hit the ground. . Blood started to flow. Blood started to flow. Big hand, well. Here he comes again.
At one time I decided to tryand turn on the happenings. They told me things got worse - than I ever thought they were. And it hurts to watch. Have I turned soft? it's too sick outside to wander off.
Here we stand again. In the year 1999. But you're so far. But yet so close. . And in the ancestral rays of the sun. We're passing time in the video store.
202.69.74. It is your name. It is your number. It's your access. . To the Lord. . It is important to remember you're replaceable. . In the eyes of the Lord.
Blind before my head turned to the ones I love. Blind, to the ones I love. I will lift my head up to the ones I love. We'll shine with the ones we love.
Another elephant gray sky and it's cold outside. I've been a phantom with no place to hide. Is my fortune searching for the love inside?. Or am I tortured, scorching 'cause I'm burning alive inside.
Take away your paper and pen. Stacks of money and your foolish grin and go. Get me off this backwards ride. Take away your greedy way and go. . See the woman standing at the door.
At the cockroach motel. where the rodents aren't for sale. in room four someone's screaming. my T.V. don't come in well!. As bedposts smash the wall. someone's contracting gonorrhea.
Are you serpent or you just danglin' on me?. I watch you sufferin'. (Hands down, swirl, soul). From the things you could not receive. (Hard to say but I can't).
My mood is much darker than fear. Its older than anger, its infant and primal. Its bubbly and grotesque. Its in between what I know. . And so I ask. .
(D.Gutter). it might be as easy as pie. but i ain't gonna try it. I'll sleep on it tonight, but i might not be tired. these things that you sell, how can i buy it.
See the bloody faces lifted to the sky. Do you want to run to a future left behind?. I remember asking why, there lies aggression. Separation where there should be love.
Juke blastin faster slow it down. if I huff and I puff san i blow it down. in every disco in San Francisco. I had a chance but I missed though. can I write the hit though?.