This is the age of science fiction. But still you've got your drug addiction. This is the age of computer technology. But still you've got your brain psychology.
Just going through the motions. Has it been a week again?. It's hard to get out of bed with all the sunrise and sunsets blending in. I know it's hard but we'll get through.
I sit and wait, I watch the clock. It's my life they're wasting, it's still my fault. You paint something scary in your views. Meeting and forms, force-fed to confuse.
I could spend all night trying to make my hand write the words. And for what it's worth I've been trying. To make this stick like nails to your heart so you'll always know you're worth.
In case I wasn't clear. I'm not mad at anyone. I'm just trying to let. Bygones by bygones. . But it's getting harder. When I feel so unwelcome. In something that I helped build.
I want to live by the ocean. At least near water of some kind. To keep me cool in the warmer months. When winter hits, providing something solid in my life.
My God, why did I. Have to wake up at all today. When all I think. Or am inclined to say. Is another reminder of the ways. That I'm not complete. . The truth is that I talk too much.
like lambs to the slaughter. you'll follow on to an early grave. 'cos no more sons and daughters. are gonna live to see old age. . they hold your future.
Shut up, shut up, shut up. Shut up, shut up, shut up. . One year and still the same -- Don't wanna be left aground. Your bullshit and lies to blame -- You can't blame me.
Spent a solid night. Dodging sleep again. A dirty garage littered with. Smoke from pipes and pyramids of cans. Scale one more roof. For talks of friends estranged.
Look across the land. What was green with sand. It's all got out of hand. The sea is full of shit. No-one to admits to it. Just my frame of mind. Toxic fumes are in the air,.
It feels so good to be back on my feet. I never really fell, my knees just felt so weak. And accidents you soon will find. Are better left in their own time.
What if these are the last words I ever get to say. And the only reminders left. Are chips in teeth from where they made their way. Out of my head. To where they need to be.
Jacata charts his rise to flame. Bob Hasan hides as his people complain. The forests are burning out of control. The city mourns the death of it all. .
I'm never honest with myself. I never tell it like it is. I never set the record straight. But time is running out. The sun is going down. On everything we know.
A negative mind takes a toll, can drive you around for hours. Takes you anywhere but the one place that you want to go. . Everything around has no other intention.
The questions asked. But we ain't go no answers. Pictures taken. But still no chances. In this world. Of hesitation. You still build walls. To split two nations.
Pictures flash, images sold. No sense, no thought, just behold. Star-spangled messiah struts the tube. Makes life easy just for you. Mr. no lips fights the wips.
The circles we move seem so small. Don't be fooled, they slowly grow. Stronger we get, more will be seen. Your weel-to-do ain't so supreme. The cover judged ain't the book in me.
No light to shine on this one. I'm through if I've begun. Finished with this life. . Your words are just a virus to me. I'm a past your token sympathy.