There's a stirring. In the throne room. And all creation holds it's breath. Waiting now. To see the bridegroom. Wondering how the bride will dress. And she wears white.
yeah. early in the morning. i rise up to the street. got me that cigarrette. and i scratch shoes on my feet. got to find the reason. a reason things went wrong.
Lately I just ain't been myself. Lately I've been feelin' somethin' else. These thoughts ain't helping me, to let go of your memory. Lately I just ain't been myself.
I'm walking with a killer and I'm gonna need that ride. We rolled through the night. Through the cornfields of East 35. . I didn't know I should have.
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Inside legs of corduroy I've been. Heard stories of air velveteen. Twenty hours later I fill the room. With bad sex and bad TV. . Go, go, go *2. . When I was a painter I painted you well.
Nothing you came to believe. Or what you decided last night. Still the sun shines. Hits my shield and ignites. . We're gonna rise. The sun shines. We're gonna rise.
No pursuits in the dusk. And no amusements in the house. Waiting for mercury to fall. . All game no plot. Talk it down, walk it off. Trying to get rid of the friends that I've got.
All they found. Was a foot inside a shoe. In a little town in a hotel room. And a pile of ashes on the floor. And a note that read. I can't live to love you anymore.
We are the boys who can turn on the heat. we are the boys and you're under our feet. We've got nothing but the clothes that we wear. We've got that attitude - And we don't care.
The sun is setting and the day is late. As we walk over this wasteland of hate. There's people getting angry in these darkest hours. There's blood on the streets and the streets are ours.
I hope I never see this face again. I hope I never see your face again. . When I walk away, walk away, walk away. . This is the day I pray to see this end.
I'm gonna get out if it's the last thing that I do. And in my heart my fifteen minutes are burned through. . I won't come back. To fall off track. The way that I survived.
COME ON!. . I am the innocent. I am what could have been. The dreams you talk about. Now left on broken skin. Here lies hysteria. A land where chaos reigns.
You kissed the lips of evil,. Two months is all the same.. I begged for the mans approval,. Pray to die in vain.. . Sit down with thoughts alone now,.
We're faithful. Broken promise of the lies. The virtues beaten down. Into your empty eyes. A saint is not a weapon. It's a message, a message. A sermon of shame.
Now our lives have changed, I wish that I could heal. Time has taken love, a darker side revealed. For every lie begins, with what we used to feel. . Blaming myself, tied to these chains, living in pain.
The gates of heaven were locked shut. The pits of hell they were all filled up. And I fear I don't belong here. Yeah. They might call me a sinner. A walking flame from the fire that burns.
Oh o-oh, Wake up!. Oh o-oh, Wake up!. . All we know is time. That's slipping from our lives. A world that kept the truth. Hidden in the lies. . Standing on the stage.
I've got a Trans Am in primered paint,. Nobody taught me I was born this way,. No silver spoon to feed a 401k. On Bourbon Street the girls they scream.