Am I sorry your sky went black. put your knives in babies backs?. Am I sorry you killed the Kennedys and Huxley too?. . But I'm sorry Shakespeare. was your scapegoat.
Sometimes I feel I've got to. Run away. I've got to. Get away. From the pain you drive into the heart of me. And the love we share. Seems to go nowhere.
Some Bitch: I want to know um... why it is that all of you. Seem to have satanic signs all over you. and what is that make.... Does this music cause you to do what you do?.
Her heart shivers in my hand. She's melting on me like cotton candy. I make the faces that make you cry. I want you more when you're afraid of. My disease, disease is draining me.
her heart shivers in my hand. she's melting on me like cotton candy. I make the faces that make you cry. I want you more when you're afraid of. my disease, disease is draining me.
Sweet dreams are made of these. Who am I to disagree?. Travel the world and the seven seas. Everybody's looking for something. . Some of them want to use you.
Sweet dreams are made of these. Who am I to disagree?. Travel the world and the seven seas. Everybody's looking for something. . Some of them want to use you.
Mother told me, yes, she told me I'd meet girls like you.. She also told me, "Stay away, you'll never know what you'll catch.". Just the other day I heard a of a soldier's falling off..
Suicide Snowman. If I had time to kill the world I'd try. Oh no, but I'm busy, killing me. . I don't have time to build a suicide. Because the snowman melts in spring.
Through early morning fog I see. The visions of the things to be.. The pains that are withheld for me. I realize, and I can see.... . That suicide is painless.
Burn the witches, burn the witches.. Don't take time to sew the stitches.. Burn the witches, burn the witches.. Don't take time to sew the stitches.. Hand shake, ring sign, snake eye, bite mine..
I will fly into outer space. I float away, but you're my gravity. I will die, to love another day. We rise again, and lose our gravity. . I'm a broken man, I'm full of sin.
The beauty spot was borrowed. Now my sweet knife rusts tomorrow. I'm a confession that is waiting to be heard. . Burn your empty rain down on me. Whisper your deathbeat so softly.
Son of Man. Rise up Son of Man. New York cities' Son of Sam. With a gun in hand. He reaps the wimen of our land. . Blood and family does his death depravity.
Wrench is just a household God. but I carry mine with pride. I don't work but I can work with it to split your smile. Run you down without a twitch,. your car's just not as big as mine.
I'll pretend that I want you for what is on the inside. But when I get inside I'll just want to get out. I'm your first and last deposit through sickness and in hell.
The human wheel, that force unseen. The offspring of a deathless soul. Can hew away to any goal. The walls of granite intervene. Be not in patient delay, but.
Restless people from the sick city. Burned their homes down to make the sky look pretty. What can I do I'm just a person. This is the line that we always seem to hear.
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She's Not my Girlfriend. Her heart is in my hand. It shivers like a toad. She tries to understand the. Tiny lump that's down inside her throat. It goes.