Sirens in the street under pressure. [x8]. . Take a step outside of my front door,. It's about 110,. And once again my shoes become concrete.. . Everybody said it's ok,.
Yeah! Yeah!. Every single day when I get out of bed. Well the chances are I'm gonna wind up dead. Well, don't you know that it'll be alright?. Well what I don't know about is bottoming out.
I've got a bad connection. It seems there's nothing more that I can do. I've been staring at a wall since noon. There's nothing more that I'm used to.
I can see it in your faraway eyes. I can hear it in your lonely sighs. I know you're looking for the shoreline. In your mind. . Somewhere the waves are crashing in.
I got my feet on the rock. I got my hand raised up. I got my enemies in my head. But I keep 'em tied down y'all. . I been up all evening. And I got it figured out.
Red lights gleaming screaming.. You entice this time.. Can't you see I'm teething?. Bleeding from inside.. For you I will not lust.. For you I will not bust..
She's a pretty girl. She's a model in the studio. She's a beauty queen. She's a knockout. . She's my beauty queen. She's a fucking knockout. . Blonde bombshell, blue eyed beauty.
Tears fill my eyes.. Tears of sorrow as I watch the rosewood heal from the hole I just burned.. Bow down. this ugly scar will mend itself again,. But when will its figure die?.
Close the book and turn the page. Exit players from the stage.... Count the moons and stars. But please stop fighting wars with me.... . After all is said and done.
I know you can move in that black velvet. yeah.. so move for me in that velvet dress.. the sweet taste you'll leave on me.. tainted with that kiss.. bite your lip..
vitiate this worship.. piercing my skin with three nails.. unworthy fuck.. parish under my reign.. i'm hanging in the church of the wicked.. sacrificed...and now i'm god..
It could be a spoonful of diamond. It could be a spoonful of gold. Just a little spoon of your precious love. It would Satisfy my soul. . Men lies about little.
I would listen to the radio if I liked songs produced by 40 year olds. In high tech studios in the Valley. Give me something that I can tap my toes to.
Starry eyes. How can I get to you. My true little. Starry eyes. What can I say or do. For you my little. Starry eyes, starry eyes. Forever shall be mine.
Heavy in your hands. Guess I should have known. Manipulation for one of your own. . Now its time for suffering. To shed the skin to which you cling. A relic of my everything.
So many faces cold and warm. Stranded in this world. So little time, there's no rewind. Must be strong and carry on. . As the light of the moon catches me.
[Jorn Lande/Tore Moren]. . Well, I got time on my side as I roll the dice. There is something out there waiting for me. And I see roads without signs that can lead you blind.
Check me pout before you go. Time you've got to really know. You got this wonder show to... all the times that you're here. All the love that you feel.
I heard a story about a boy. Who was swept off the deck. The sweeping tide swept the sea over his neck. But it did not end there. The boy began to swim.