Standing with a slight slant, the head seemed to be twisted on just right.. Collared shirt and tie. presentable to who, I don't know. A smile stretched.
The finest minds never think alike. Always a conflict of interest. Behold they come together as one. It's a revolution that has started. We nurture buried in the underground.
Nights I lay awake hopelessly thinking of this place. The more I think, the. less I want to know. It seemed like before this never used to happen. I guess.
In the dawn of dark skies, a painting of mist spread amongst the air, colored. leaves die and then abandon their origin. Flowerless aroma and roots with no.
Handed black flowers. Lined with dead moss. They release the pungent stench of disease. Scorched by the sun. Decayed to ashes. Animated sleeves of despair.
As seen before in a dream. I awaken to the sound of the door. The eyes of a woman. Capture all movement. And infect me with a nervous quiver. No words spoken through her lips.
You shouldnt trust me. I cant decide. Whether my instincts. Care what is right. If good is inherent. Its hard to find. Beneath the conceit. In our design.
I read the advice in your letter. To see myself without a filter. . So tonight I have locked all my doors. And Im down on all fours. Wild again. . The dawnlight is slowly approaching.
In the dark of night. When the last drop of blind youth. Has left you. . You will wake to find. That you have been lied to. You're nothing more. . Than cells, same as the ones that surround you.
No answers. No absolutes. All theories. With no kind of proof. . Clinging on to what we were told. In our youth. I know what they believe I just dont.
White lightening upon us again. The wall is now paper thin. And soon the sun's breaking in. Don't you know, you know.... . How the world is not always true.
A knock on my door. Woke me this morning. Made by the hand. Of a well-dressed woman. Whod set aside. Part of her morning. To ask me if I know why Im alive.
Feed me make yourself proud. Fill my mouth up until I drown. . You pull me onto dry land. And choke me out with the same two hands. . We die and never come back.
Shivering. I am looking in at. People that I call my friends. . Just a sillhouette. With a cigarette. And no idea who I am. . There were songs in these eyes.
Black bay whered you go. I have lost any light from your boats. And it only makes me feel more alone. . Grey fog dont you tire. Of the dark isolation of night.
( intro ). Ben Hur said what ? Zorro ?. . vaZnity !!. . Nancy Sinatra, Billie Jo Jean. Miss hot Freddie is a Mercury queen. Gene Simmons does a Bonnie Flair.
Echo-ing ( Clean Version ). . ( spoken ) Candy, smoke that... . echoing... echoing... echoing... echo with me. . there's a bright blue moon. hangin' over you.
Verse 1 (Tosha). . Every time I think Im gettin closer to you baby, oh no,. I hear some bird chirpin sayin' how she got her ass tow,. You got no self-control when youre in the mood,.
Chorus]. Ain't no turning back (oh-oh). My heart's gone neon black (oh-oh). I just can't get it back on track (oh-oh). My heart's gone neon black (oh-oh).