'It's a gorgeous thing' while doing her mantra she smiles at me. 'I hope you're not too unhappy?'. Maybe some day, maybe some day.... I'll blow your brains out and.
As I saw the break of day. I caught my breath and ran away. The dream is dead. The heart mislead. Crushed my body, crushed my head.. I'm tired again, I've tried again, feel to the floor, I failed once more. I never wanna cry one single tear again..
Don't believe the complacent defeatist smug as fuck. baby boomer propaganda. We've been force-fed to simply believe or brutally swallow. Truly sorry but your fuzzy thinking and sanitized.
Hello, all you people. Welcome to our show. We're gonna play some two chord songs. Some are fast, some are slow. We know this sounds a bit korny. Bob's getting a bit horny.
Push you around cause you're not the same. and kick in when you glorify,. Shout it loud when they force you to swallow,. You question their authority,.
You say you hear me. Do you understand what I have to say about being pure of heart to you? You say you read me. Do you understand my past, my fears, my passion, my desires and my pain. Do you? A million times I've tried, to escape and run away and leave this life of misery. The dreams in which I die. I walk across this burning bridge that falls down, before your eyes but you just stare..
Wanna know, about his, single-minded drive, his ego?. Listen to him as he, taunts and takes on all, of his enemies with a savage swagger. . Watch him point his middle finger..
Friday night and I'm bored again. my wallet holds another ten. get my stuff and pack to go. all geared up for another show. me and my buds gas up our van.
Going mental, I'm a relatively normal guy.. No sociapathic freak that tries to hard, you know the kind.. What you see inch thick and as slick as polished shit is,.
Your truth isn't the truth and sure ain't ours.. We can not believe what you want us to.. Reality's not what you want us to see, so please quit your FM Invasion..
I carve my arms, burn my skin, just to impress. The scars, the wounds don't hurt, your looks they cut. Now there's a red so deep, darker then the sky. It won't catch fire while the moon its light denies to offer shelter I'm stuck in pain. Wanna kiss you so hard, I wanna make you bleed. I wanna be inside you so deep, force you to scream. Now leave me be, leave me alone. I'll crawl right up, some day, some how. Now there's nothing to hold on to but the pain inside..
Since you've been gone i thought this over and over.. Trying to figure out.... Questioning where i went wrong.. You stayed the same as I drifted away..
I don't do this to get a fake piss at you.... It just feels nice to puke out bitterness. You walk around and expect me to be impressed.... By your knowledge and good looks that don't exist.
Fade up zoom in, this tragi-comic, story's about. Dorkshire and how it feels, to grow up there... shockingly boring. A place where metalheads rule and Van Halen's still cool.
I'm not the one who decided to ignore.. I'm not the one who was never hurt before.. . Gotten away but i don't care.. It's what you're used to. Forgot the words, but can't convey..
All I ever needed, all I lived for something true, the devil's hands and rolling sixes on Sin City Avenue. My life began and ended there but I came out stronger, a new me. It took me six months realizing, I was already there. Cause I'm living now and I'll never give it up..
Deep inside my heart, where pain is powerless, that's where I'm hiding. Cause I'm about to break. This world's all over me, trying to bring me down. I walk away, won't play the game, nor take the blame for not being like you. I lied to you, that's what I do, we'll soon find out we're running out of time..
Death alone from death can save. A man he came and walked with him. A neon light, a hopeless fight, a cry for help that wasn't heard. The fear of the dark is tearing me apart..
Don't dare to tell me how I should live my life. Without you beside me, the one that I desired. The fear of the dark is tearing me apart. My future seems lost now tomorrow's hard to find..
The class of '92. A perfect schoolbook example. Friends encouraging themselves to. contribute to adolescence. Just another generation of ultra-violent disturbed kids.