I have found one truth.. In all the search and seizure.. I have found one truth.. I like to hurt you with it.. I guess that's just what I like to do..
We have a destination that no one knows.. So we hold ourselves with definitions.. Never define, we hold each other.. It all happens at once, everything collides..
Look at all the skin stretched over your bones.. You can see, so look.. All that you thought for sure was just a figure of speech,. An attempt to put off time, an attempt to stop the moment..
I don't (need) a (fucking) god to make me think that I am right. Because we are all so wrong.. Who the fuck wants to live forever anyways?. Yeah, sure we all worship something,.
This is what you get, for being ordinary.. This is what you get.. For too many choices. For security.. This is what you get, but it's all.. You let it happen to you; let it happen; you exist only of your own will..
From under your sheets out into the hall. You sleepwalk through the rooms where you grew up. Out through the porch and the old front doors. Carried by words that you learned when you were small.
We'll never be able to justify the things we do, we'll never be able to.. For all we destroy, we only place the blame on something else, other than ourselves..
You cringe, you complain. You sing, sing, that old refrain. Oh, the roof is falling in. Yeah, the roof is falling in. Well I'm not kidding. You can probably feel the wind.
Long we were searching these serpentine streets. for the sign of a spark. f***ing around in the dark. long we were held in the throng and the desperate heat of the club.
You'll be a bright light coming out of the dark. All the doctors blinking hard. You'll be lightning coming out of the storm. It's a message, it's a miracle.
The rain starts off. And it wakes you up. You can't sleep. With that racket on the roof. . You get up slow. But you can't get going. It seems this morning.
the road bends long, like mother's arms. reaching for these four black tires. and through the night, our knuckles tight. we knock off miles and yellow lines.
Ye low lives. Laughing too much. Never close your eyes. Till the sun's coming up. . Under-slept, Over-dreamt. . My whole life. Trying to speak. But silent.
monday. this is what you're up against. your head rings to the rhythm of the alarm. clock time in breathe in time out breathe out. i doubt that this is what you're all about.
And the phone just won't stop screaming. Please leave my party now in peace. Cause undercover comes so naturally. Overdone and dull routine. Cause they tap our calls.
6 a.m. and at it again. It's over. A lonely outside is rolling by. It's over. . A car in the snow loses control. It's over. The head of the home is hurling the phone.
i'm a nervous wreck. hey i'm a tightrope. because the drones left intact and. came back broke. with broken bones. all alone. they buzzed from the bus and.
Are you all you want. Yes you are. Now the worst comes out and how. Who all had that heart. Bless them all. Watch them become background. Once into the water.
safe for now. i turn around now to turn. the television drone down down. cause in the night those same sounds. amplify in my life. they spill on the floor and out the front door.