I'm so fucking sick. I'm the king of the world. I'm a genius of useless stuff. . Some people they gotta work. Well I just hang around. Dreaming up useless stuff.
It's the emptiness that follows you down. It's the ache inside when it all burns out. It's poisonous it muscles it aches. It's everythying you had when it breaks.
Pretty face just grabbed the headlines. You leave me nothing but my name. And all the grief keeps multiplying. And I pretend to feel no pain. . Am I gonna lose baby, if I tell the truth?.
(Original by Cracker). . I'm so fucking sick. I'm the king of the world. I'm a genius of useless stuff. Some people they gotta work. well I just hang around.
Is everybody happy now? Is everybody clear?. We could drive out to the dunes tonight. 'Cause summer's almost here. . I've been up all night, I might sleep all day.
If tonight's the night then today's my day. That I should hang it all on display. Yours is just a loser's game. And I decided that I should play. Throw yours arms around my neck.
(Original by The Replacements ). . Look me in the eye. then, tell me that I'm satisfied. Was you satisfied?. Look me in the eye. then, tell me that I'm satisfied.
Do you take advantage of your time,. because you only live once,. do you ever analyze your life,. and find empty spaces,. and every now and then it seems,.
Moje miasto składa się z nocnych stacji. Ktre mijam nie myśląc nic. W świetle ich neonw. Trudno się uspokoić. . Urodziłem się w Łodzi. Nie w Nowym Jorku.
I won't be there, I can't be there for you when you want some, the sum of me.. And I can't see you, we won't see you when you're with the others, but not the brothers..
Oh my love, my darling. I've hungered for your touch a long lonely time. And time goes by so slowly, and time can do so much. Are you still mine?. . I need your love.
Don't ask me what I think of this. I only think of that. Try talking? First I'll try to hum. It's just that my sum isn't adding up. . Oh, let me state my case.
Call to myself and they locked me in.. Call to myself today, today.. Speaking to no one and feeling fine.. Thinking of you today, today.. . If faith is the measure of what we feel,.
Well, the steel in his strings. Cuts into his fingers. And the lines that are left. He knows so well. . And the words that he screams. Sift through the smoke and sweat.
Performed by Cerebral Coma. . Souls of enternal existence died. I - I can fel your blood spill out. Blood - blood stench with hate. So - screams of pleasure fill the night.
Beauty is empty eyes. . Completely void of any warmth or light that complicates our sight. Meaning succeeds itself and from the ashes raises new beliefs.
i don't want to live forever. alone except for the sound of the rain. i want to experience life in all its glory. i don't want to live in time pacified by the silence.
The jones comes in late at night. It huts with a terrible bite. They don't come knockin' on my door. Or slink across the greasy floor. . I'm up on the roof again.
Who knows what tomorrow brings. In a world, few hearts survive. All I know is the way i feel. When it's real, I keep it alive. . The road is long, there are mountains in our way.