I remember one girl. Saw her again in a magazine. Front cover, big star. Showing things that I'd never seen. Well maybe. . Can you feel it? Can you?. .
Is this desire. Or a disease?. If I surrender. Will you come for me?. Will you come for me?. . Is this your mercy. Or sacrifice?. No absolution. If you come for me..
So I close my eyes and drift into sleep,. But something is here,. In the dark, in the dream.. Like a cruel wind clutching my heart,. I feel more than I see,.
Thought I was asleep. Lost to dreams. I was dying in a big machine. Didn't think the voice that called me. Could be real.. . Thought I woke up. Lost my faith.
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You're like poison. You smile at me. Talk of love.. 'He' will forgive me. If I confess.. . Your dark Sunday. You lied to me. And so I. Replaced God. With a picture of my car..
I've been waiting here. Waiting for faith. And the word to fall.. Now the darkness comes. And I'll pray for. The end of us all.. . Don't let the dark into me.
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No more than chance,. I'm told it's quite surprising. I could walk out and just impress myself. I need to hurt,. I need to crash for my sake. You are something.
Why cry now. It's over. Feelings change. . How are you. Now am I. Cry, the clock said. . I know little of romance. And these little tract houses. I know seven less of you.
I don't cry. Or forget. I'll cut my picture on your heart. No names. You've got one more game to lose. . I was young. I was clean. But now my soul eats me alive.
I don't cry. Or forget. I'll cut my picture on your heart. No names. You've got one more game to lose. . I was young. I was clean. But now my soul eats me alive.
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Streetcar is rusting. The tracks are all gone. You're far too trusting. But I won't take long. Old friends of someone. Lie dead in the street. The back scene director.
You could say I'm pretentious. You could say I'm the nazz. You could hail me as the new king of it all. You could say I'm nothing new. You could speak well of me.
I need it. The sex skin habit. You could just crawl out. And forget I'm here. . I need it. Love and something. I'd just as soon forget. So keep it out the papers.
Don't things change. Don't we all. What's it like to. Crash? The driver. . Nothing more to prove. So please just send in the machines. We know little of celebrations.
The more I take a look inside, the more I pried. The more I understand the ride, the more I slide. The more you put me back in line, the more I tried.
Oh it's so easy. When parts take over. My conversation. Is nothing more than lies. . You're just the viewer. So cold and distant. I've no intentions. Of saying "I love you".
Listen up. This is confession. This machine motion is sure to break my heart. . Listen up. This is confession. Recorded music sticks in the throat of God..