He's texting no technology in the warehouse no, no.... . No technology in the warehouse, put that phone away. No technology in the warehouse, put that phone away.
This does not affect you, you say. It's not against you, you say. It's my problem, my demons that rage 'round my mind. Turning me blind, I don't see like no ordinary man.
When I'm lost, down and out, I got nowhere to run. Fighting visions of the man that I've become. You come to me like a dream in your special way. Pretty poison, you take my pain away.
All of your moonlight whispers. Counterfeit. Counterfeit love. . Oh hello Brutus, said you were my friend. But in the end you were. Takin' the piss. Mistakenly I mistook this.
I'm waking up again with voices screaming in my head. They're saying "Son, you better run; you're gonna end up dead". So when my worst fears all come true.
Blistering whispered forked. Tongue-lashings from Sister Sadism. Mistress Malice makes me. Sip from her chalice of broken glass. . Matron Masochism joined at the hip with.
I caught a ride on a bad bet, baby, going fast as I could go. I sold my soul to see what's going on below. Where the people speak in fine print, and they're not afraid to kill.
I sleep and dream that life is. All beauty. I wake and find that life is. All just duty. But in the days before the dilution. Music Pollution. Oh we positively sparkled on TV.
Bring me men, bring me men to match my mountains. Bring me men, bring me men to match my plains. Men with Empires. Men with Empires in their purpose. And new, and new eras in their brains.
Hit the world from outer space, just to burn it to the ground. The came down from the heavens with a deafening kind of sound. As the city skyline falls, you better kiss your ass goodbye.
Feelin' lost in familiar places. Havin' fallen from a few good graces. So many sandy years, dusted and wasted. How, from there did I get here?. . I wanna be east of anywhere.
Wake up in the morning to start my daily grind. Getting harder every day to find a reason why. I got no time for loving when I'm working overtime. Living life like Sisyphus, on this assembly line.
But oh I am not afraid to be a lone bohemian. I can paint a portrait of myself. I will call me a black Mona Lisa, Mona Lisa. Come to discover I am your daughter.
Take your reservations. And leave them at the door. Because when the sky starts falling down. It won't matter anymore. . There's static on the airwaves.
Been a while since I've even seen your face. Those days are gone, but a feeling still remains. . We were younger; no, we never had to wonder. What was going on.
Driving alone last night, I thought I saw your face. Truth is, you've been on my mind since the day I left that place. I wonder if you've moved on, or if you sit and wait.
Across the room, I see her coming. When she looks into my eyes, my heart is thumping. . Yeah, she gets what she wants. Yeah, she gets what she came for.
I see the faces passing by In a static lullaby. A decadent decay, a cheap bouquet, a digital display. The past is dead, but I'm alive. A spark, but I won't let the fire die.
With brand new eyes, I stepped outside. Spring, she stole my heart. With innocence and beauty. That had me from the start. When summer came, she went away.
He was lost in the wilderness. Finding no way to a place he could stay. He was hungry and thirsty. And his soul failed him, he sat in darkness. And in the deepest gloom.