You've got your father messing with your head. You've got your mother wishing you were dead. You've got your sister sleeping with your friends. Sometimes you wonder if it's ever gonna end.
Can't quit until you try. Can't live until you die. Can't learn to tell the truth. Until you learn to lie. . Can't breathe until you choke. Gotta laugh when you're the joke.
You and I, never really gave a damn,. We spent our lives, running through the wastelands,. Pretty sure, we should of had another plan,. But we were young..
(spoken). . So were at the end and at the same time were at the beginning of this misadventure.. . Why I had to go down a dead end street at 200 miles an hour screaming for vengence, and.
Hey! Hey! Hey!. Hey! Hey! Hey!. . Hey you, so you hit another brick wall. Your beat down but your not behind the 8-Ball. Hey you, when you break it's not a reason to bleed.
Well this ain't no sideshow*. This is the great unknown. This is the poison we take. Yeah. Outside the velvet rope. Standing there all alone. Are the grotesque and ashamed.
(Spoken Word). . When I first placed my hands on these diaries. Scraps of paper, there were notes and scribbles and all kinds of shit. A lot of feelings came bubbling up, but mostly this one--.
It's your desire who to sing along. Do you run away or do you face it. . Because your desire cause you harm. Doesn't want the devil twist your arm. Do you run away or do you face it?.
I, I bit down on my tongue to see if I could feel. To see if I've been missing anything. And I, I crystallized my lungs to show you they were real. And waited for a sign that never came.
Get high (we are getting high on the music) on the music. Get it on like it's yesterday, yesterday. High (we are getting high on the music) on the music.
[Spoken]. When I think back on this life. I guess we were doing the best we could. And to look at us from the outside. I'm sure it seems somewhat romantic.
Hey, hey. Well, I'm a paralyzed soul. And I don't know where to go. Well, I should open my eyes. Yeah, I should open my eyes. . I'm a left out on the [Incomprehensible].
I remember the first time. It was one of the worst times. You lied right to my face. All the way that you stood there. You gave me a dead stare. The kind they can't erase.
Sometimes love is like a fist fight. Sometimes it's just a brutal serenade. I tried to override its venomous ways. I don't understand it. Sometimes it's sliding to a nightmare.
Piles of roses at my feet,. Friends and lovers gather around me,. Whisper farewell one by one,. Clear their conscience as they surround me.. . Close your eyes, you will be okay..
She speaks to me in Persian. Tells me that she loves me. The girl with golden eyes. And though I hardly know her. I let her in my veins. And trust her with my life.
All the rats and the cats are dancing on the ballroom floor. And a boy with a mask and a knife stumbles in with a whore. We've got seventeen sailors on the wall looking for a fight.
Who's gonna tell you when it's too late. Who's gonna tell you things aren't so great. You can't go on thinking nothing's wrong. Who's gonna drive you home tonight.
Sometimes it feels like you're my fucking enemy. Sometimes I fantasize that you will die instead of me. I could've loved you to death, but now I dance on your grave.
The sun is shining,. And everything's dying,. Your star has burned out for good,. Somewhere in Hollywood.. . What the hell,. This ain't no way to treat the living dead,.