We are the young believers. Of a world without rules. The plague against deceivers. A freak show for the fools. Some want us six feet under. They just can't take the truth.
Does he hurt you like I do. Does he even hit you too. . Is he gonna work out. . Can he be as mean as me. Can he cut you in your sleep. . Is he gonna work out.
I need nobody to notice me. Never wanna get completed. I see my picture in a magazine. So I know that you will talk to me. I feel it from my head down to my feet.
In the shadows of tall buildings. Of fallen angels on the ceilings. Oily feathers in bronze and concrete. Faded colors, pieces left incomplete. The line moves slowly past the electric fence.
I'm swimming in sheets for the cold spot. Flipped my pillow for the ninth time. Where you at, who you with, who's making you smile. God I wish she was mine, God I was she mine.
How come you're never there. when I'm on the floor. to pick me up or to kick my ass or what?. I don't think you care. 'cause when you walk out the door.
Run the water 'til it scalds you know that I'm listening. Pitter-patter runs the shower hits the bare porcelain. Watch the dirt run down the plughole, hear an echo within.
Alone I watch them put you under. Alone I watch them roll away. Your fate lies in their ever guiding hand. And you will live to see another day. . Always knowing of the odds.
Take her phone and 'er ID. Can't post me on IG. Know them thots they be creep. Tryna catch a selfie while I'm asleep. Go to far you need a passport. See 'em shots coming got a glass quart.
Take her phone and 'er ID. Can't post me on IG. Know them thots they be creep. Tryna catch a selfie while I'm asleep. Go to far you need a passport. See 'em shots coming got a glass quart.
In a violent place we can call our country. Is a mixed up man and I guess that's me. The sun's in the sky but the storm never seems to end. . It's a place of sorrow but we call it a home.
In a violent place. We can call our country. There's a mixed up man. And I guess that's me. The sun's in the sky. But the storm no seems to end.. . Its a place of sorrow.
I met you in a record store. You had slept in the clothes you wore. But I knew I'd seen you somewhere before. . What happened to your guitar?. And what happened to the prettiest star?.
Oh, oh, oh brother totem pole. I saw your legends lined up. And I never felt more natural. Apart, I just came apart. . Please, please, please sister Socrates.
He's my friend but he's no friend to me. Ask him why, he'll tell you casually. Washed up, bitter, broken, busted. Backstabbed everyone he trusted. Says he sees what no one else can see.
All that blotter gonna twist up your mind. You can do it just not all the time. Hiding in your room you'll be feeling fine. . Always manage to have something to sell.
Closing my eyes, counting sheep. Gun in my mouth, trying to sleep. Everything ends, everything has to. Get well balloon, going insane. Weight of the world, papier-mâché.
You made it very clear. How you feel about. The way you put me down. Whenever I'm around. What you're thinking of. You're crying out for love. Crying out for love.
The day's gonna come,. Just wait and see,. When we'll be together,. Just you and me.. The world outside,. Won't tell no lies,. Won't have no say,. Won't criticise..