I saw you walking down the street. For a second we were eye to eye. There was a flicker of familiarity. As we passed each other by. . There was a time I knew you well.
Night time, see the castles burning. Smoke in the skies and tears in their eyes. As the world keeps turning. . Sleep now, hear a distant thunder. It's far away at least for today.
The blade is much colder, slaughter house, lava shit boiling point. Molten rocky, mountain cocky. Guitar string, four star, ninja claw to the jaw. Of course, you know the force.
i dont need a thrill a minute to be content anymore. the older i become i dont care if im occasionally bored. i used to think that some how i was missing out.
A seed become a flower. A cocoon becomes a butterfly. Winter becomes spring time. And love becomes a child. . The clouds become the rain. The sad becomes the pain inside.
You keep hoping you'll wake up and have the answers to your life. The more you search, you find the reckless driver of your mind. You think if you keep trying to figure out where it all went wrong.
He lived before, He'll live again. His thirst for blood will never end. In a land far away, in a time long ago. In a castle that stood dark and cold. .
Power to the positive people. Please push your panic buttons. Stop the press, it's those hypocritical judge. And condemning preacher, with pens behind the desk.
There's a very peculiar way you see the world. You scan it through a pair of colored lenses. You package it neatly in your head. Choose to see it the way you want to.
There's something lurking behind those non-chalant eyes.. I start to ask myself. If it's really worth my time to analyze. The ugly things about you.. .
Tilo - power to the positive people please push your panic buttons. Stop the press it's those hypocritical judge and condeming preached. With pens behind the desk.
Arrington. Rip it up, kick it out.. Blood begins to flow.. Taking chances,. The only way I know.. Sacrificed everything.. I'm the grinding stone.. Ripping flesh, drawing blood..
I get tired of thinking of what I don't want to be. I need a career but the thought depresses me. I see commercials for Devry and ITT. But they just make me want to go back to sleep.
Here's some music to crash your car to. Ain't no use its to fast to undo, crash, crash. 60 shots of Jack and I feel you. Equilibriums off and its pure pandemonium.
Keep hoping, someday you'll have it all. It keeps your mind chasing dreams down it's slick and darkened hall. You just can't be happy with what you got.
[K. Vanderhoof / K. Arrington / J. Reynolds / R. Munroe]. . Vacant eyes, a portrait of pain, every time I look at the world. Tell me why, we cannot bring change, we've flown to high on borrowed wings.
The other night I couldn't sleep. Thinking about everything and nothing. Were they a bunch of pointless thoughts that repeat. or were they trying to tell me something?.
I don't deny I'm in the public eye. Seems like 24/7 being watched by a spy. Makes me wonder why they don't live their own lives. . They're not news reporters, they're full of bullshit and lies.
We will not follow Rome. The twisting of our faith. With the hand of God. You wrote the new light. . The queen has decreed. You must believe like me. So it was written, so it shall be.