They say "stay in your lane boy, lane boy". But we go where we want to. They think this thing is a highway, highway. But will they be alive tomorrow?.
They say "stay in your lane boy, lane boy". But we go where we want to. They think this thing is a highway, highway. But will they be alive tomorrow?.
Nobody thinks what I think,. Nobody dreams when they blink. Think things on the brink of blasphemy. I'm my own shrink. Think things are after me, my catastrophe.
Now is the climax to the story. That gives the demons and angels purpose. They fly around while we are walking. And mold our emotions just to please them.
He stays home from work this time. He never really told his wife. He never really told a lie but this time he decides that it's alright.. It's alright..
I know you're not a liar. And I know you could set fire. This day. Go ahead and make me look away. Strike me down. I am calling your lightning. Down from your dark hiding place.
She asked me, "Son, when I grow old. Will you buy me a house of gold?. And when your father turns to stone. Will you take care of me?". She asked me, "Son, when I grow old.
She asked me, "Son, when I grow old. Will you buy me a house of gold?. And when your father turns to stone. Will you take care of me?". She asked me, "Son, when I grow old.
You once were oh so close. But I don't remember. Where you are. Or who you know. But come this September. You will fly on your own. 'Cause you got a letter.
My shadow tilts its head at me. Spirits in the dark are waiting. I will let the wind go quietly. I will let the wind go quietly. . Be the one, be the one.
I'm taking over my body, back in control, no more shotty,. I bet a lot of me was lost, 't's uncrossed and 'i's undotted,. I fought it a lot and it seems a lot like flesh is all I got,.
All my friends are heathens, take it slow. Wait for them to ask you who you know. Please don't make any sudden moves. You don't know the half of the abuse.
There's an infestation in my mind's imagination. I hope they choke on smoke 'cause I'm smoking them out the basement. This is not rap, this is not hip hop.
I know what you think in the morning. When the sun shines on the ground. And shows what you have done. It shows where your mind has gone. And you swear to your parents.
I feel for you but when did you believe you were alone. You say that spiders crawled inside and made themselves a home. Where light once was. Petrified of who you are and who you have become.
I'm a goner. Somebody catch my breath. I'm a goner. Somebody catch my breath. I wanna be known by you. I wanna be known by you. . I'm a goner. Somebody catch my breath.
I don't wanna fall, fall away. I don't wanna fall, fall away. I'll keep the lights on in this place. 'Cause I don't wanna fall, fall a-. . way. I don't wanna fall, fall a-.
I don't know why I feed on emotion. There's a stomach inside my brain. I don't want to be heard. I want to be listened to. Does it bother anyone else.
I'm fairly local, I've been around. I've seen the streets you're walking down. I'm fairly local, good people now. . I'm evil to the core, what I shouldn't do? I will.
I want to drive away. In the night, headlights call my name. . I, I'll never be, be what you see inside. You say I'm not alone, but I am petrified. You say that you are close, is close the closest star?.