Television, television, television, television. Television, television, television, television. . Oh yeah, I want to bask in your golden light. Submerge in electric waves.
Did you ever see the concrete stares of everyday?. The lunatic, the hypocrite, are all lost in the fray. Can't you see their lives are just like yours?.
Well, am I making haste, or could it be haste is making me. What's time but a thing to kill or keep or buy or lose or live in. I gotta go faster, keep up the pace.
There's an old man on a city bus holding a candy cane and it isn't even Christmas. He sees a note in the obituary that his last friend has died. There's an infant clinging to his overweight mother in the cold as they go to shop for cigarettes.
Dedication is the price you pay: the initiated are. Coddled and caged. Before you walk, as soon as you crawl. Hope is pointless 'cuz you're stuck in the trawl.
A mutinous enemy carved a nascent country. Sweat, blood, and valor. Forms the grit of our history. Beqeathed to everyone:. Chance and free expression.
A febrile shocking violent smack. And the children are hoping for a heart-attack. Tonight the windows are watching. The streets all conspire. And the lamppost can't stop crying.
"Hi.Welcome to Stealth". . This is a strong an confound. This weekend i will spend over 800 million dollers on drugs. first, i will continue pushing the narcotics for all low income.
shed a tear for the criminal, give him something to believe. light a fire for the miserable, give the darkness some meaning. closed wounds harbor pestilence, when you lick them from within.
shed a tear for the criminal, give him something to believe. light a fire for the miserable, give the darkness some meaning. closed wounds harbor pestilence, when you lick them from within.
Father can you hear me?. How have I let you down?. I curse the day that I was born. And all the sorrow in this world. . Let me take you to the hurting ground.
We all know politicians only go. Just half-way there. Just half-way there. The innocence of youth needs protection not abuse. But no one seems to care.
Bad Religion. No Control. Sometimes It Feels Like... *?!%+!*. There's a specter in the corner of an illustrated page. And a lonesome muted stripling with a rapt remedial gaze..
There's a specter in the corner of an illustrated page. And a lonesome muted stripling with a rapt remedial gaze. The poverty of his language and the wealth of his emotion.
Right now. Well it's finally time to face my fears. Gonna get the hell out of here. and create a fresher atmosphere. But the consequence is clear. . There's a furnace set on high.
Dark, frozen, hibernation held at bay. As your mind left behind, lost another day. But then finally there's someone to believe. Antisocial boredom is all the rage.
Don't try to say that I threaten your freedom. We've done without for 20 years, so think if we really need 'em. We're all just slaves for the troop commanders (x3).
So you're feeling unimportant. 'Cuz you've got nothing to say. And your life is just a ramble. No one understands you anyway. . Well I've got a piece of news son.
Don't try to say that I threaten your freedom. We've done without for 20 years, so think if we really need 'em. . We're all just slaves for the troop commanders (3x).
Come let us make bricks and burn them hard. We'll build a city with a tower for the world. And climb so we can reach anything we may propose. Anything at all.