The road to hell was paved with good intentions. That's the path that brought me here. You sell your soul for roles you take. And then you have to look into the mirror.
EYES BLURRY AND RED. TRAINS ROAR THROUGH MY HEAD. LONDON CHURNS LIKE IT WANTS ME FOR DEAD. . RIVER DO YOU SEE?. YOU'RE CIRCLING ME. ANGRY WATERS THAT LONG FOR THE SEA.
For the first time in my life. I let myself be held. Like a big old baby. I surrender to your charity. . I lay back in the tall grass. And let the ants cover me.
Park the car at the side of the road. You should know. Time's tide will smother you. And I will too. When you laugh about people who feel so very lonely.
I SAW YOUR EYES GLANCING BACK IN THE MIRROR. BRIGHT LIGHTS STREAMING FASTER. AT NIGHT IN THE MOTEL I DREAM OF THE CAR. CRASHING THROUGH THE WILD PASTURES.
H was a sweet and tender hooligan, hooligan. He said that he'd never, never do it again. And of course he won't, oh, not until the next time. . He was a sweet and tender hooligan, hooligan.
Ha ha ha. Ha ha ha. . Life's a joke. A waiting game now.. A juggling of vices. Tiny tiny vices. And they don't anchor me. To the ground. I know who the hangman is.
Winter's almost gone,. Oh how I've waited so long. For summer nights.. When there's magic in the air. And I don't have a care,. All that matters to me.
With all your health tips and your guilt trips. I can't even walk. You're watching me like a hawk. With all your guilt trips and your health tips. I can't eat at all.
My flow so tight and the beats so sick. my flow so tight and the beats so sick. my flow so tight and the beats so sick. chris brown should get his a** kicked.
Over the moor, take me to the moor. Dig a shallow grave and I'll lay me down. Over the moor, take me to the moor. Dig a shallow grave and I'll lay me down.
New York Fades Away. Through Sheets Of Grey. Through Evening Haze. Another Homeward Flight. Those Crazy Nights. Are Over Now. . So What If I Love It. We Always Rise Above It.
On the high-rise estate. What's at the back of your mind?. On a three-day debate, on the high-rise estate. What's at the back of your mind?. . Two icy cold hands conducting the way.
Girl, what you give me is pure gold (x2). Girl, what you give me. Makes me feel like I'm four years old. It's out of control (x2). What you give me. Oh, it's pure gold.
I WONDER THIS CITY WITH NOWHERE TO BE. NOT LOOKING TO LEAVE CONSEQUENCES. BUT SOMETHING IS GOING TO HAPPEN SOONER OR LATER. . THE SKY, IT HANGS LOW OVER OUR HEADS.
A symphony of fruite bats. Wrapping on my window pane. I ask them so gently. To go away. Please go away. A symphony of fruite bats. Wrapping on my window pane.
On the high-rise estate. What's at the back of your mind?. On a three-day debate, on the high-rise estate. What's at the back of your mind?. . Two icy cold hands conducting the way.
Stop me, oh, oh-o, stop me. Stop me if you think. That you've heard this one before. . Stop me, oh, oh-o, stop me. Stop me if you think. That you've heard this one before.
I WOKE TOO SOON. SOFT LINES OF DAWN IN THE ROOM. THE WORLD, SO QUIET. DREAMING IN ULTRA-VIOLET. . ARE YOU AWAKE?. DO YOU FEEL THE SPACE THAT WAS ONCE FILLED BY ME?.
Four hearts in a can. Speeding through the countryside. And they're driving as fast as they can. Four hearts in a can. Speeding through the countryside.