Touch me, touch me, make me giggle. Make me giggle, make me sigh. More, more, more, more. Touch me, touch me, touch me, touch me. Make me giggle, make me sigh.
I killed you in me. I'm willing to die to seek cover. It leads me to my destiny. How I can never know what happened to me. Outcome none, outcome never makes any sense.
If your pad is a wax museum. Be a swinger if you dare. Join the ranks of the young and exotic. Following a millionaire. A glass and a shaker. Our host is a real scene-maker.
Each day you say that you can't forget it. Happiness' way is in your own backyard. It could be yours, but you'll never let it. I know you try, but you try too hard.
A God decaying. A STARVING FAITH!. My world has fallen. LET'S START A WAR!. Miseducation. A SACRIFICE!. A modulation. OF ALL OUR HATE!. . Machines are praying.
Lonelyville. The name of my town is Lonelyville. Nobody down in Lonelyville. Nobody here but me. . Lonelyville. I'm spending my nights in Lonelyville.
I gotta bring it, I gotta hold it. I gotta force it out like it never happened at all. I need to be, I gotta hold it. I need to fail and it's so sensational.
Twilight turns to evening. Evening turns to morning. Laura doesn't heed them. Doesn't hear their warning. . Laura, never will she marry. Born to wander till she dies.
The wind softly drifting along. The Caribbean sunrise. As the day goes by things get slowerand more amusing. Until, finally, in a sudden splash. Of glory.
I've brought this bottle of pain. And I've got murder on my brain. So come on and give it a try if you want to die.
Now you say you're lonely. You cry the whole night through. Well, you can cry me a river, cry me a river. I cried a river over you. . And now you say you're sorry.
Ba-da-da-da-da-dum. Your world is a stranger that stands with open arms. Your forbidden, inviting mystery. I'm drawn to the danger of falling for your charms.
Fortune is bleak. A dog returns to his master. Too much luck is bad luck. . A man who lives well. Stands to bargain his winnings. He'll raise his hat and emerge unscathed.
The devil don't change, devil changes you. . I carve your name straight across my wrist. Your voice bleeds through yelling out my name. Left with a choice, stand tall or fall down.
Stuck in a hole, enslaved by emptiness. Fist clenched tight, though I'm not alone. They're always here, controlling my thoughts. Every sense, every sound, every image, abstract.
this is the last time you will feel me breathe. so while your hands are around my neck. make them into fists and choke this engine.. because every night feels like sandpaper down my throat.
Built to walk the plank,. No wagons this time,. Just sails ships and hearts,. We've crossed the maps of punk rock,. And taken all we mock,. And tied it up with ropes around our hands,.
Saturday.. you're gonna see who owns tonight.. we're dripping from these hearts that love to fight.. we might not wake up tomorrow but that's just fine..
...and it might kill us both.. i've been given all the time and patience this world can give.. slowing down are words i can't define.. i am going to take my time to make sure our heads fit..