stop me before I go to waste. for every heart that's born. can easily be torn away. I can't comply. to this state of conciousness. that we call life. and though I stand here to perish.
Clothed by space, we are aware of this. And we can all agree that we are seen by the light. But I'm beat to death. By a well defined problem instead, instead.
It aint over, but it feels like it is done. Getting older and dignified. I thought we could go out for a ride. Look at gravesites and pretend that we're inside.
Well as well. . How will I father a minion. Worth the bother of keeping my glut?. Or will I falter and never reach the alter. Where fate is unplugged?.
WELCOME AWAY. the phase, the sound of penitence...i laugh out loud at your attempt at it. is there a meaning among us (of pentagrams)? and if there is a being above us (then slap idle hands)..
WE'RE NOT PAYING FOR ANYTHING ANYMORE. you won't spend a minute to try to comprehend, so you will waste a million dollars in a puppet's hand.. giving nothing but our best, so we expect consideration..
I'm just not fit to go on and neither is anyone. I've always needed a crowd just like an orphan. I don't deserve this at all. Strike that. I deserve all I get.
Confidence, coming clean, ambivalent to everything. 24 minus 18, find a problem for everything. Don't try to tell me what I mean. Don't try to build yourself from the outside.
TIRED OF NOT BEING AWAY FROM HERE. flush out the devils eyes. they say he owns the tide. he's happy to prove them right. (he's only 10% water weight!) to flush out the devils eyes (i've been treading) you might need the sea to rise (for too long)..
Well stop cashing me in for a thin line. You're right on track to know what it feels like. to lose more than you've ever gained. Charges pending further investigation.
THE CASE IS OUT. . I know what happens when you're out late. Take softer steps. A smirk is worse than why it's made. So just confess. Believe it till it can be proven true.
I'm just a token of your flirtation. Nothing more than a description. You're just a guy,. just a kid from a place where your philosophy is a catastrophe.
PROVENTIL. why can't i get a rhythm? am i working hard enough? bound by the laws i'm given. better keep moving or i'll never catch up! how will i find that rhythm with hands tied behind my back? need another puff of my inhaler. gotta have breath if i'm gonna yell back!.
We feel just like. Two criminals. With unknown crimes. It's not your fault. It's always mine.
I'll try to get your attention so I can clear my name. (I know you don't care). because I've seen my picture on your dartboard. Bleed without pain. You're always so violent'blah, blah'to spite your face.
I'm ready to blow. It's not my fault. Don't waste a four-leaf clover. Good happens to the owner. Just wait, when the leaves fall. They go below your faults.
Waiting' stalemate. Collect all your things for what they're worth. (You've got me leaving messages all night). Wedding presents postmarked eternity. Will you return to the sender.
I'm caught up in the jaws of life. What can heal can also tear you up inside. Writing down your own anthem. You don't like the older one. I would stand at attention for less than minimum.
You're full of spite and I know the reason why. Your alibi will never hold up to mine. Standing up when paralyzed. Pull the cloak over your eyes. It aint enough to be a mountain tall.