Put some lipstick on. At least your lies will be pretty. A shadow on my face. And us donkeys wake up weary. . Sweating and sickly. Donkeys don't allow their tears.
I'm losing all my innocence. Door to the river. I know I've stopped making much sense. Door to the river. I think I'll leave and I'll take some rest. Door to the river.
The lines have all been blurred. To the point of no return. The sickos and the bullies praise your name. You then wrench their lives with pleasure and fame.
Arms around each other. Fate falling in the distance. Eyes with the look of yesterday. . The weakest in the gang. The last to feel alone. No luck in your tender bones.
Scratch my leg with a rusty nail, sadly it heals. colour my hair but the dye grows out. i can't seem to stay a fixed ideal. Childhood pictures redeem, clean and so serene.
Didn't my Lord deliver Daniel?. Deliver Daniel, deliver Daniel?. Didn't my Lord deliver Daniel?. And why not every man?. . He delivered Daniel from the lion's den.
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Sovereign fingers scrape our lives until we are bought. Screaming comatose with blackboard chalk. Siphoned minds suck a wallet full of love. Spitting out a language I don't wanna talk.
Bill and Ted and Waynes World drawl. Just another dull fucking bore. Vietnams cool now and even Superman's believed. Hussein in power as the media war retreats.
Paralysis through analysis. Yellow moral unclean decay. Silence begins to help me now. The sunshine it fades away. Symbols have now disappeared. How could this happen to me?.
She's so passive but she's looking good. He's so passive but he's looking good. They are together but really they're apart. They are together but do not belong, but do not belong.
Dead martyrs, all stigmartyrs. Dead heroes, for fear of zeroes. Dead martyrs always take it further. Dead heroes know no fear. . Living for some happiness.
This is Damn Dog. By the Manic Street Preachers. Take one, two, three, four. . I can lick your face. I can bite it too. Ooh, my teeth's got rabies. I'm gonna give it to you.
So mighty, so hegemonic, so hating, so desecrating. So there, so nowhere, so hurting. We fall between indifference rejection. And the whole fucking wall, we fall.
Always feeling torn and slow. Love song cull destroy poem. Misery and trauma making love. Best go shoot the fucking doves. . The past is so beautiful.
Need someone to nurse me. Reach out for the first person I see. Comforts the helpless sole vanity. Caressing the broken heart of me. . The difference between love and comfort.
I close my eyes and then I count to ten. Shake some hands and then I feel ashamed. I'm in control but I am out of time. I've lost the need for any desire, any desire.
Written by: McCarthy. . Charles Windsor who's at the door. At such an hour who's at the door. In the back of an old green cortina. You're on your way to the guillotine.
You're just too good to be true. I can't take my eyes off you. You feel like heaven to touch. I wanna hold you so much. At last love has arrived. And I thank God I'm alive.
If the love between us. Has faded away. Left in the rain. Scratching at the stains. . The paralysed future. The past sideways crawl. I must give up on this.