All of this is changing, none of this seems real. I just keep on waiting to see if I can feel. Something like an angel watching over me. Maybe that's exactly what's in front of me.
Open up and reveal what's goin' on in the backroom. I see you I never knew what it was you were goin' through. But I can relate I used to wear the same shoes.
Wake up. Look out your window. Is there someone else. With which you'd rather be?. . I've had enough. Getting colder. Just string me up. Throw away the key.
I lie awake on this phone call. She's dreamin' of better days. Flowers lie on the counter. Remind her of better days. . She sends a prayer up to Jesus.
My days turn round, but they're spinning without you. So just let me down and I'll walk away for good. . But baby I've been waiting. For your love to come around.
The real pain starts here. Inside your corners. Within your broken doorways. I am your rage. Your deceit. Your precious lie. I will eat. What you have already broken.
blood and sand. what world filled with black and which point of collapse?. be gone you crystal gazers, be gone you phillistines. water melting, decayed and angry- collapse....
blood and sand [x4]. what world filled with black. and which point of collapse. becall you crystal gazers. becall you philostines. water melting. decayed and angry.
This is a tale spun straight out of my binary core. This is a vision of my world seen through membranous eyes. This is the oceans filled with technicolor nuclear fish, their mutated metal scales riveted together, glowing iridescent in the pitch-dark depths deep below the steel-belted skies. This is a 122,000 line, dense pixel-field, million-gig of escalators ascending and descending endlessly, shuttling through soaring mega-monuments of tinted glass, mingling subterranean with the worm-hole subway tunnels, underground walkways and maintenance channels, forming a sprawling interconnected warren of damp floro-tube bright veins and hustling faceless humanity, clogged arteries slowly choking and dying, packed and swarming at all hours with sweating hoards, sightless and colourless, moving by program alone..
ooooo. within this darkened corner the warlock proudly crawled upon. i looked beneath my feet and see the soles upon the shoes i wear. in the soles the holes burn deep burn towards the street.
ooooo. within this darkened corner the warlock proudly crawled upon. i looked beneath my feet and see the soles upon the shoes i wear. in the soles the holes burn deep burn towards the street.
Well I told you once let me tell you again I never ever wanted to be your best friend All I really wanted to do is get to know you All I really wanted to do is get to know you Well I told you once let me tell you again I never ever wanted to be your best friend All I really wanted to do is get to know you All I really wanted to do is get to know you In the biblical sense, girl. In the biblical sense, girl. In the biblical sense, girl In the biblical sense, girl.
(slowa i muzyka: Kukiz). Bolszewicy na mszy w pierwszych rzedach siedza. Caluja sutanne i oplatki jedza. A ksiadz ich przytula i garnie do siebie. SB-kow, kapusiow co chca miejsca w niebie.
(slowa i muzyka: Kukiz). Dzisiaj, w niedziele, spotkamy sie z Rysiem w kosciele. Ja troche kasy mam, on brzuch jak Mobby Dick. I on, i ja pojdziemy piwo pic.
(slowa i muzyka: Kukiz). O, mamo ja nie chce. Chodzic do szkoly muzycznej. Cwicze i nie mam nic. Popatrz ile zarabia Prince. Wcale nie mam ochoty. Spiewac jak Pavarotti.
La da da da da da da da da dum. La da da da da da dum. . La da da da da da da da da dum. La da da da da da dum. . How deep is your ocean?. How high is your sky?.
Saturday night, we look alright. We're going out boring. Paris, France London town. NYC, boring. . Nothing thrills us anymore. No one kills us anymore.
If it makes you love me more. To put one foot out the door. Step outside. . And if you feel wild and free. When you're out away from me. Run away. . Coz I can hear it in your voice.
I didn't know that I would love you like I do. I didn't think that I was ready to. But there's something about the way you take my hand. It's like I never touched a man.
This problem is a decade old. My longing has been oversold. I've been repaid a thousand fold. But still I wait for more. . A gentle pull, you bring me down.