A coarse exhalation of lungs that pray for pity. My two fingers punching the keys diligently. Trembling ground pushes my glass off the table. Spilling the blood of the son of your idol.
I remember Angel Park. The vacant lot where we rode our bikes. Later learned to drive our cars. . I remember Sam Jonas Drive. The corner house where my Daddy gave.
Her eyes are like the ocean. Just as wonderful and deep. I got this crazy notion. To sweep her off her feet. . She smelled like fresh cut flowers. And she tastes like caramel.
I will stand tall, like an unconquered mountain. Like an integrated fountain in the South. If I fall, I'll make my country proud. I won't let this flag touch the ground.
Do you think you could learn?. Do you think you could love?. Do you think you could learn to love me?. . Do you think I can change?. Do you think you would mind?.
I feel so different now. It all feels so different now. . I had you in my life once. I had that feeling of the real thing once. But now you're gone. And that's all gone.
I am war, your truest god. My presence you'll regard as nothing new. I am war, your sacred muse. But this time no one wins you all will lose. . I am plague, your darkest fear.
Feet to hip. Nave to breast. Throat to brain. and skin arrange. . Now we're one soul. . Through my great arteries. to every blade of grass, a universal path.
Hold close your treasures. The very measure of your value here. Within these shining walls. . Now, raise them higher. They'll last forever if you're careful now.
Eruptions of fire and stone all around. They fill the air and shake the ground. And it's proving impermanence. The tortured landscape leaves nothing will be left alive.
I buried my dreams. Out of my fear to fail. But this fear created. A hope that woke me up. . The awakening. The awakening. The awakening.
I'm an anarchist, no wait, I'm an Antichrist. Couldn't find a third six of my scalp so I used a knife. Scratched it in, I'm wasted, getting trashed again.
we'll keep on talking this out. but I've already made up your mind. I've been trying to gnaw through my tongue. to stop from confessing my crimes. . and these conversation is wearing me down.
If my body was broken open. And You could look inside. Would You only find flesh?. Just the useless parts of an obsolete machine. . Would there be any sign of life.
L.A.'s the place of dreams. Or so it seems. Is there a place you're runnin' to. Don't like it where you are. Life is oh, so hard. You feel like runnin' somewhere new.
distance has bred avidity. i'm trapped and cannot fail. now i dissolve alone. these days have bled me dry. . if lies were true and lies were new. would you still walk alone.