words spoken monotones. There violence in your pretty homes. Unfaded memories of the times we used to play. No colors anymore. There laughter locked outside the door.
it streaks across the sky towards Bethlehem. a shining star filled with hope and love.. . It the second coming. the new Christ won't survive. it's a second coming.
All along the west. we made cities where kids fear regret. and they will do whatever to keep from dying. but I don't know where they get the idea. that we are all not the same and anything less is dying.
Not the one to live or die alone. Or keep a chain around the telephone. If there's a fortune at my fingers it'll be a crime. Struck down on the dirty floor.
When the liars build their castles out of me. we all say that we're alive and free. my disposition makes me wonder "what's for me?". and you'll never get ahead with honesty.
Don't be alarmed please don't take it personally. But you're acting out on everybody here. You're ability your virility's in doubt. So one more time you clench your fists.
How did we get left so far behind?. well that's the question that is killing me. How could I relieve this son of mine?. well that's the question that is killing me.
outside the window. skating in the street. two kids full of hope. one's me. take it to the edge. take it to impress me. could've been anything, something.
I'd set myself on fire. I'd sacrifice desire. It will be great don't get me wrong. We can forget it won't be long. I can't hold mysetf. Tear this heart away.
Lie in a hedgrow. I have grown bigger than. Two timing a talk show. We pitch the perfect plan. Like leather and concrete. Find strength in sterile eyes.
Now we're pulling the wires intraveneous. your limbs are no longer your conscious behavior. if that's fine with you.... . We can all live forever. We are the technology.
Another victim of the rise and fall. Standing naked in the pastures where we graze. Sterile in a darkened pall. Picking pockets of the strangers all the way.
Like the light from a dying ember. A familiar melody. Another gift returned to sender. Such a bittersweet memory. I thought I'd finally broken even. But I was never in the game.
Everything that isn't from my time and place. Just fades away. And I know it's only my perception. That clouds the things I want to hear you say. All the years of desperation.
reason is gone. this brain is out of practice. thinking is alien. it's alien to me. . the day is through the lights are off and i'm alone again. electrons comfort me the television is my only friend.
The sense of fear on which you feed. When the people can believe. The things they read. Wee been brought up to feel left out. Eclipsed by the shadows of our doubt.
My line falls out tempting providence. One more dime spent on the fence. As you mourn the wretch of innocence lost. True lies and surrogates. Room, board and benefits.