You want prosperity. For yourself, but not for me. Somehow you just can't see. We're in this collectively. . You think that freedom is. A drastic severance.
Seeds of rebellion lay outside your front door. If you nourish them and water them. They'll grow into a healthy, what for?. And if revolution isn't what's in store.
How do you know what you can be if you can't see where you are going?. What breaks the silence?. Misery can make you see where you belong. It's a dangerous stage, but the show must go on.
Let's gather 'round the carcass of the old deflated beast. We've seen it through the accolades and rested in its lea. Syntactic is our elegance, incisive our disease.
There's a world outside but I can't really make it. There's a life to lead but I can't exactly fake it. Yet the mood feels right. But my island is sinking out of sight.
Our apocalypse 1981. Teenage vagrants looking for some fun. A renewed promise of prosperity. A vulgar platform for the world to see, we were. . The hippy killers.
oh me oh my. get out of your 1950's fantasy,. your face shines with misery. transparently. spew out that sobering. half-assed victim rhetoric. make 'em all squirm.
the framework of the world. is black and white. the infrastructure builders. flex their might. . turning true emotion. into digital expression. one by one we all fall down.
Every time you shake someone's hand. And it feels like your best friend. Could it be that it's only superficiality?. Without regard to well being without an inkling of compromise.
The silent stray inertia. No burden on my back. No determinance, no ballast. No chance of looking back. It doesn't matter what's ahead. In time I'll hit it hard.
I see a white haired man, he's got a suit on and. He's telling people how they're supposed to live. Nobody's listening to the politician. No matter what sage advice he has to give.
We strike first. and we're unrehearsed. here we go again. to stage the greatest show on heaven and earth. come on, get your money's worth. . don't wanna live.
Hey did you find the. Pieces your mentor left behind?. . And did you care, did you. Trade his genius for your dispair?. . Did you walk the line, did you.
Nothing comes easier than madness in the world today. Mass paranoia is a mode not a malady. Yeah I'd like to watch a 1000 cable channels but there's nothing on.
(Hey) angels fall down without warning. Cherry lipstick on their teeth and all dangerous curves. She had a bullet proof mind and big pawn shop eyes. And nothing you could say would get to her.
Do you remember when. We were young, adventure had no end. Those were the days my friend. But I'm not talking about that at all. . Do you remember when.
Long ago in a dusty village full of hunger, pain, and strife. A man came forth with a vision of truth and the way to a better life. He was convinced he had the answer and he compelled people to follow along.
K-k-killer. K-k-killer. . You have got your stranglers and prowlers in soft shoes. Furniture makers, and carpenters too. Bombers and commandos, all with some lost 'cause.
yeah, they say there's a place free of trouble and care. and you have to pass a test for to make it there. it has something to do with the road that's straight and narrow.
Parched, cracked mouths, empty swollen guts. Sun baked pavement encroaches on us. Haves and have-not together at last. Brutally engaged in mortal combat.