Standing by the roadside. Old newspaper in my hand.. Reading yesterday's headlines,. Nothing new, I said it's all the same.. Everywhere!. I'm the fool of the year and I've been waiting.
Well if you're ever in a tight spot,. and all the things around you are gettin' hot,. come to me and I can cool you off.. And if you ever get yourself in a jam,.
All heaven broke loose. It hit me like a shot. Right out of the blue. All heaven broke loose. I was shaken by the power of love. Taken by the power of you.
There's a side of you, could bring on homicide. But livin' in a cell changes my view. Maybe your automobile could lose its right front wheel. It happens every day, it could be you.
Staring up at the moonlight. Looking up at the stars. I'm alone and I just want to be with you. But I don't know where you are. . Maybe I took you for granted.
Everything's on the altar now. No holding back, no holding out. In view of your matchless sacrifice. Take every treasure, take this life. . All that I am for all that You are, my Lord.
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I need security too. To gain some traction here. A chain reaction telling me. If this is all it will ever be. Mistakes I made in theory. I need to clear the air.
Everyday is the same but I complain about it. But I'm alright. Blue to grey it's mundane but there's something strange about it. But I got the right. And I'm not sick like you.
You were conceived on a storyboard. In an uptown high-rise. Where your celebrity born. From obscurity. . Oh, keep screaming!. . And the list keeps growing.
Inner sanctum, don't you want to see?. I still feel the change inside of me. Into candlelight, 'hind the barricades. In cellar and cave I will bathe in flame.
Hand over your city to me.. I am the name of all you profane, drop the gates!. Drop the gates!. As your culture's erased from history.. . Rain on the towers and slay all the living and blaze the embankments and raze every suburb.
Been swallowing my debris. Without a trace of dignity. I'm living a fallacy. And been holding tight to all I can't keep. . One memory, one memory. This time's the last I'll second guess.
For too long cast aside, stripped of dignity, opportunity. Countless sleepless days in underestimation. But under these anxious, darkening heavens. No word goes unheard.
And crucial context pressure drops. Unknown heights, I am, I was, am I was. The absolution north in the. Whitewall squall here is your why, is your why.
Out of the playground's ashes. Come little men with little games. They're playing war. They're planning new crusades like new arcades. The reason for the season is to flood the media.
The trip is on for a million miles, 93 to the sun. Take your place and you say goodbye,. Its automatic you're the one,. . Its automatic, its automatic.
by John A. Williams. . Let's right now assess the mess. Without finesse. Never forgetting all the rest. . There's too much bad out there. Very nearly everywhere.
No more gods, no more graves. Are you friend or fiend?. No more life, no more death. Somewhere in between. . No more gods, no more graves. Are you friend or fiend?.
Spinning complacently in the darkness,. covered and blinded by a blanket of little lives,. false security has lulled the madness. of this world into a slumber..