here they come, shaking in their boots. . they'll be skipping stones with your bones. when these ants know. where to find you. and steal all your thunder.
North star. Bring luck. . Call the nurse i'm dropping in anchor. Making stops at the pass. Caught in the mix of the two with an offer. Left with three times the guilt.
Words don't contain subtlety tact eludes speech even in whispers. Pieces of my broken thoughts mumble through my teeth you learn I can't keep myself straight.
I must confess that nothings changed for now.. While knives that line sweet conversations still find a way,. into our beds while we sleep.. Can't you see that there's an ocean that drawn a line,.
Take a little dive into the shallow or spy, what do you see?. I see the tortoise and the hare in the rat-race. And it fits like a glove under my sleeve.
ladies and gentlemen. we are in a little bit of a predicament. he said take your time. but didn't back his words. heroes and holy ghosts. which one of you steps.
All that is calm wake no more.... Stay and sleep until this ends.. All is till. Warm and dark.. Wait inside this quiet..
this town is a ghost town, of funerals and lets downs.. The list of dead goes on and on and on.. The sidewalks ache from the weight of holding,. up broken hearts. I'm giving up on moving on..
now heaven knows i got one short damn fuse. so come sit down a spell while i light up the room. if walls could talk they'd be know-it-alls. so we live in the sticks.
Reach. go on.. . Hands don't match,. Go and find the bars that make us hunger,. Maybe with knots and uniforms,. And if i may add,. Well i've got a big gun,.
So what if you don't like this one. Just one more time around. And I've got the feeling. Past actions don't count now I'm sorry if you feel that. I Owe you something.
no interest in this motion.. It's leading us too far, don't react and it's all,. I know that there's no right way to.... words failing. We're breeding sour ends, far more.
(And as i was traveling i realized there were no boundries). . See that car plunge into what was known as a pitiful painted pest,. On the verge of a casted script,.
It's amplified for everyone.. It's pounding repeating.. No touch of truth to any line.. Empty sounds and hollow words.. Diseased and rotting quickly..
Paper cuts leave trails. A good distraction. Is what I got to.. . I've got this corner window. I've got five days of winter this routine whitewall. It takes All This All This TIME, TIME and Color, TIME, TIME and Color..
Rest assured they're weighing words in sympathetic ink. And they don't waste their time suspending disbelief. They face the facts with thinking caps, they map out and display.
Bought a picture of jesus,. Held it in the mirror and he saw a picture of himself,. Spoke life to the children,. You see things aren't put into words.
stay close if you wanna keep up. but don't dare turn around. go ahead, find a bull's-eye my friend. but know you're gonna get the horn. . a yellow belly's never havin' the guts.
If there's a nurse that takes your ears in rations. Sets a plate to feed the stifled steel. If there's a nurse that feeds your germ soaked dinners. On a tray of bones and orange peels.