History's made its mark in anger. As everybody knows it's what we do; it's nothing new.. The next chords struck are Fault and Failure. And we both know the finger points on cue.
I welcome this pain. Beating down on me. Is it your eyes. That choose not to see?. . All I would do. If only you knew. All of my trust. Was given to you.
Wait for, everything evil in you comes out. I'll stay when we'll only motivate sound instead Sergeant. Make for the table, in hopes that I won't be afraid again.
I'm just a toy waiting for. You to claim me. I want to make. Just make you happy. There's no future I see. With you in it. I just don't fit. Not the right plastic.
Elf Tower, New Mexico... Ohh.... Elf Tower, New Mexico... Ohh.... . Well thank God, you're still angry at me.. Well I've got a better chance seeing you dead and buried, yeah..
If you had the courage to stop me from turning into what would be the worst in everybody's eyes,. Hey I'm no angel, or the devil of your conscience to tell you who to be... good, bad, ugly or otherwise..
This round caught the boiling points,. Severed hands, dismembered body parts. I'll face the answer when I cornered age thirteen.. Flowers to remember the dead..
(Hehe, Shabutie). . New Jersey bound when sound asleep. They'll find you at your most vulnerable. Poll position - Speak up, let out. When down the street the corner boys fuck shit up.
We're now up here alone - Terror on the intercom. Can someone save us?. Systems malfunction, Blast it this damn machine. Over and out captain. Something lurks creeps on the counter top somewhere behind you.
This city's lost all hope, I repeat, I boast. The strange will walk alone. They scurry with their doubt. The darkness shrouds, the sirens shout. Against the concrete below.
In those discouraging days. I always missed the mark. When we were comfort and close. I would neglect to keep. . Ooh, you safe and unexposed. A portrait of time repeats.
Listen to the world out on the outside pressing in,. are you ready on my mark?. Fingers given names and with the last word they ascend. on the comfort of their well being in arms.
Home... a silence between glares. That stutters words misleading. Here... give me all you got. With one shot sent to lend me. No... here across the grass,.
Why?. Why?. Wide open. Wide Oh. (Why?) open. . Cassio, could you love me more...? More?. Can we be friends...?. On a journey to Tibet. I call "freedom".
I walk so tired, so opaque. His words, too many I can. Share our cultures casualty. Can't see the forest from the trees. . We laugh at a time that came and went.
Home whispers words. And the bullseye smote the honest. Before the hunt, I feel I'm getting used to them. Tired from the effects from memory. Fluttering relapse.
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in our sleep. there's more to this night. where will she beg for your mercy?. slowly but sure, im hoping what comes. in the absence of night, she'll kick and she'll fight.
She is her own worst enemy. Her heart a landmine calamity. Waiting for someone to set her off. Morse code a clicking out an SOS. Life raft releasing her last breath.
Faint white figures paint my sleep. please don't tell my secrets keep them hidden (you got it (x3)). if the words that matter reach your face from floor.