I ASKED WHY I WAS THERE AND MY ANSWER CAME IN TWO. YOU ARE A VICTIM OF A PREDATOR AND THIS TIME HEL GET HIS DUE. THE PRESSURE IT SWELLED IN MY BRAIN THERE WAS NOTHING I COULD DO.
Spend a day trying to sum it up with one quotation. Spend a lifetime as a model of the phrase. Modern man automated to withhold our thoughts with hesitation.
1. Strophe. Ich kann es nicht glauben. Ich kann es nicht verstehen. Ich drehe mich herum. Und frag' mich was wir tun. . Ich sehe Menschen voller Hass.
WALK WITH ME. THROUGH THE DARK UNTIL WE REACH. LIGHTNING SKIES. WHERE THE TIGHTEST KNOTS UNTIE. LIGHTS SO BRIGHT. OUR SPIRITS REUNITE. SUDDEN ERUPTIONS SET US FREE.
YEAH, THEY GOT IT PRETTY GOOD. FIND AN ANGLE AND ATTACK, MAN, MAGE IS EVERYTHING?. MAKE M BUY IT LIKE THEY SHOULD. SPEND SOME MONEY ON A WHIM JUST LIKE LITTLE GOOD AMERICANS.
SO TIRED OF LOOKING AT THE FRONT PAGE,. WATCHING ACTORS ON THE NEWS.. AND I CAN STAND THIS ANYMORE, THIS CULTURE BECOME DEFORMED.. JUST LIKE A CHILD WITH A TOOTHACHE.
Is it right, left, right. I forgot how it goes again. There goes my head again. Drowing all its discipline. I could stand and stare you down. If I got off the ground.
There is a time for love and laughter. The days will pass like summer storms. The winter wind will follow after. But there is love and love is warm. .
IN EVERY SINGLE WAY THIS CULTURE REEKS LIKE SHIT. FORCE FED ENOUGH EVERY DAY, ENOUGH TO CHOKE ON IT. YOU KNOW YOU'VE GOT NO VOICE AND EVERY TIME YOU'LL LOSE.
I heard my neighbor's rooster crow. Early in the day. I heard his axe beyond the hill. And now I'm bound away. . For some men love the city life. Some men crave the town.
The most tender thing you've said to me. is that i suffer from paranoia. sometimes when i wish to kill. i count from one to six hundred kilometers. . yet i fail to feel.
Watch the could form outside my window. I light another as the city goes grey. Face the whirlwind with a polite smile. Resist the motion of self righteous crusades.
HIGH AND DRY YOU'VE GOT A HOLD OF THE FUCKING TRUTH. YOU'VE GOT NOTHING BUT A BLANK HAND DON'T YOU. IN THE END IT'S JUST A TIRED EXPLANATION AND. I CAN'T SIT STILL FOR THE DURATION.
SO YOU LIKE TO SING LIKE YOU KNOW EVERYTHING. WELL IL HAVE YOU KNOW I THINK YOU FUCKING DON. STANDING UP ON STAGE ACTING CRAZY AND HARD. WHILE WE ALL SAW YOU ARRIVING HAPPY IN YOUR MOTHERS CAR.
THE BUS DRIVERS ARE ON STRIKE. HE HAD TO RIDE HIS BIKE AGAIN. I'M SORRY YOU'RE PISSED ABOUT THIS. HE'S JUST A CAMPUS COMMUNIST. YOU SEE SOMETIMES LIFE'S NOT CONVENIENT.
She sang hymns out of tune. And carried a yellow balloon. She traded her love. for a Spanish doubloon. And talked to the people. The people who are. .
WHEN THOUGHTS DIVERGE INTO A SEARCH. WITH TIME LOSE SIGHT OF WHAT IS RIGHT. AND WITH THE TIDE NEW ANSWERS RISE. WHEN ANSWERS MERGE AND THOUGHTS CONVERGE.
I was just kid when I gound out how cruel the world could be. Faded pictures from forgotten times of endless misery. I lit a candle but i could not know why.
AS A TORNADO TOOK SHAPE. I CAME TO SEE. FOR AN HOUR OR SO, STOOD ON THAT FIELD. WATCHED THE DIRT RISE. AS IF PARALYSED. THE CLOSER I GOT. THE LESS I COULD FEEL.