Love. It's a bleeder. Hit me like a train. Got me hot like a fever. 4 a limited time. My life was a breeze. I liked the way you looked. How we'd laugh.
He was a good boy. And she was a backseat lady. But lifes in a bad-boy territory. She was a great girl. And he couldnt get things done,. He wouldnt bother.
In a secret garden. Somewhere lost in time. He ponders forever. As she sleeps inside his mind. Lost beneath the shadows. Of a scarlet sky. She dreams of a place.
This is no joke but a message,. This is not entertainment,. This is not life but a mission from God. This is no house but a prison,. This is not my apartment,.
I think that you've been mistaken. I think last night you were so uncool. I think that you point your finger. Because you've got nothing better to do.
Throughtout the years. He's spent his time. Looking for the price. Hidden inside. . Found the cure. Pain divine. Put it on a page. Watch it change. . Into a diary.
Step up and pull that lever. Come on let's hit together. I know a spot where. Money flows forever. Let's give it a shot. We're playing for the pot. Damn. This room just got hot!.
I'm getting older. And I'm still trying to find my way. Airs getting colder. I live my life I'm not afraid. I live my life. In disarray. But I live my life.
Sitting on a bench on the edge of a valley. City light lakes and smoke stack clouds. I've got a pocket full of lint and a 22 footprint. Yeah, I'm a top carnivore.
I draw these little pictures. From the thoughts inside my head. As I sit inside this classroom. I don't hear a word thats said. . But I know someday I'll wake up.
It must of been hard to be a prisoner. In a place you felt alone. It must of been hard to find lost feeling. When real love you were never shown. It must of been hard to care alot.
When you were born. You were free to choose. You were given a choice. You could win or lose. From the time you could talk. You could yell or listen. Was it you voice or someone else's vision?.
"Freedom Calling" - Blind Iris. . Out on the ocean where there no more drifts,. You speak of freedom, the high tide yes,. Tattoo's and scars still of the life you've known,.
I get high on elevation. Laughter and good vibrations. I've got a girl, she's my salvation. My dreams to be heard across the nation. The more I live the more I know.
(M. Biedermann). . Voices ringing burns my ears. I see faces in the mirror. Defying gravity in my sleep. As I fly from dream to dream. And I dream....
Driving up a canyon. Rise above the fog. Inversions got the city. As dirty as a dog. Signal reads danger. Don't suck in when you breathe. I've been almost lost and drifting.
(M. Biedermann / M. Miner / G. Gilson). . Eye for eye. Tooth for tooth. You'll get yours. Before it's through. . Living war. Up to your knees in blood.
I wanna live like James Dean. I wanna die a superstar. I wanna ride like Christine. I wanna drive the devil's car. I wanna live like James Dean. I wanna die a superstar.
Welcome to this sane asylum. You'll never leave if you keep tryin'. There's no treatment. There's no cure. You can be quite certain. But never really sure.
You were always seconds from fame. Like a burning sunset you were breathe taking. Stunning and your engine burnt clean. A riot of curves, a perfect reality.