I can sleep in a chair. When the air is close. And the book is hardly started. You know I never pray. But i might one day. For those around departed. .
I ripped your picture off the wall, I put it on a leash. I ripped your picture off the wall, yes indeed how come you never sent my letters home. You left them in the trash, when I sent you my best wishes, you only did a dash.
Lost in thoughts of the past,. The anguish of the years. Darkness is my only friend,. Darkness hides my tears.. I've lost the only light,. The embers fade and die..
Everyone is twisted. Except the girl with the funny tattoo on her ankle. Funny tattoo on her knee, (I wish it was me). . Money and pleasure make me tick,.
sitting beside the mirror. looking at the face he's always known. all he sees is a shadow of himself. an image covered in scars. . pain, suffering, all he's ever had.
Waiting upstate in the pines, there's a man. Whose arms are twisted 'round the vines. Looking out for her to show but she's late. The sound of the crickets all around.
Fold up my thoughts, tuck them away.. Drink for the pain, drink it away.. Turn the key that hides. The devil's tongue, the vicious side.. The surgeons cut is fine..
Everyone is twisted. Except the girl with the funny tattoo on her ankle. Funny tattoo on her knee, (I wish it was me). . Money and pleasure make me tick,.
Drape the room in shades of grey. Over pastel greens they are running. Like the ours of the day,. Seemingly they run to nothing. . Burn the midnight oil,.
You don't even know your name. You get on a bicycle and bend the frame. Samson in a cage. Gave him some wine and Danish. . Man, was he depraved, raindrops, teardrops.
Salt stung eyes,. Brighton's water shine. Knock me off my feet. Defeat has etched the lines upon my face. Falling faster in this race. Failing at the only life I know.
Everyone is twisted. Except the girl with the funny tattoo on her ankle. Funny tattoo on her knee, (I wish it was me). Money and pleasure make me tick,.
Tender moments are a test to step. Lively through this dark divide. Falling over ourselves,. I kiss the ground 'till the pain subsides. Staggering and stammered are these words,.
Everyone is twisted. Except the girl with the funny tattoo on her ankle. Funny tattoo on her knee, (I wish it was me). . Money and pleasure make me tick,.
Times flies,. It stays up high above the ground.. I try to come to terms. With my future tense.. . I despise conformity,. The lies, the clenched fists..
He's a muscleman, such a muscleman. Muscle up to him, he'll let you rub his tan. He's a muscleman, such a muscleman. Muscle in with him, he'll let you hold his hand.
I'm gonna drive my motorbike to heaven. I'm gonna slice a lemon in two and when the charcoal's burning bright. We'll be there in heaven. I'm gonna fly my motorbike to you, I don't know why.
It's coming quick. It's shining down. It comes. From all around. . I've got the moon above my shoulder. . And now I know. Just what to do. I'm running fast.
I'm so young and curvy at the hips. You can't wait to kiss my rosy lips. Hold me in between your finger tips. But It's you that I've got in my grip. .
I'm versatile, removable. I'm reversible, so edible. I'm the machine of menace. . You put me in your place. So go on, the pleasure's mine. I gotta see your face.