She's a neon girl,. She follows that buzz. To where it's found, 'cause she's the scene. Tinsel town calls her the queen. And that's alright, but if you demand spotlights.
I want a Pavarotti voice 'cause I'm a scary Connick. A solo show with the Philharmonic. No fake Monet, hey, the real Van Gogh. A Seventeen, Cover Girl, Vogue, Cosmo.
Did you get the letter. That I sent you. Trying to remember what the letter said. After all the heartache you put me through. I need you like a hole in the head.
Could be she got lost. Or maybe she just watched a little too much TV. It's hard to say but anyway it's plain to see. And so she goes on like a drifting satellite but tonight.
Vengeance for their blood. The blood of angels. Downfall of a system. That allows the slaughter. . I'll reject a lifetime of lies. For just one day of truth.
What's going on. Tell me. People dying. People crying. Lord, help us. . Mother, mother. There's too many of you crying. Oh, brother, brother, brother.
False revolution. A rebellion based on lies. Break down the walls. Your slogan until you get inside. . Fearing the truth. Will destroy your so-called scene.
Scathing attacks of time and torment. When we Sleep walk our lives away. these thieves. They've made. Our hearts break. So now I'm screaming. Attacks of heartless horror.
Multiplying existence of the wretched human beings. A pain stricken legacy of greed the wealthy. Few leaving only scrapes for us behind. While the rest of the fucking' world breeds just to survive.
i have seen what it means. to detest and to care. and to outlive the dream of you and me. this has been a disease overtaking a new sense of being. pain staring from your eyes.
Locked inside of this oppressive life. You've surrendered your mind to its conformity. You lost all you once had to its fucking lies. Bringing those you loved down with you.
My ever waking contempt for our sick way of life steals from me. any. Last hope for us as a species. To survive ourselves I watch us breed, I watch us drown in our.
How much longer can we .... keep on mass. Murdering our only interests our power. And greed have we become what those. Before us escaped from? Have we disregarded.
For every minute I have wasted upon you and. All the days that i have spent trying to destroy. You you had cursed me in those days in. The ways that always had me..... led astray.