We bust the sound. The kids all gather round. . And what's comin' from their radios. They all turn down. . The creativeness. We are scientists. . Move 'em with soul.
There are days I want to leave L.A.. I want to break out the maze. Escape the dark haze these days. So many kids, I know your feelin' crazed. . Crave materials thangs and makin' slave wages.
Ooh, you know we pepper you. With a sonic assault sidestepin' you. I cannot think of a better way. That we could celebrate freedom. Than make up a set of goals and cold beat 'em.
It is a gift I know. A moment of bliss that we hold. A firecracker flash of light then on. To the next plane soul remain. Come along if you dare. It's gonna be that you're scared.
Transmission, beaming out from the sun. Collision, no use in running from. My senses picking up the pulse. The silence said a mouthful intuition. Didn't know what I was waiting for.
Brainstorm, take me away from the norm'. I've got to tell you something. This phenomenon, I had to put it in a song. And it goes like. . Whoa, amber is the color of your energy.
Nod your head to this, as a lot of apprentice. Some of this were standing on the shoulder of giants. Some tyrants, some benevolent. To the followers, it's relevant.
Today seems like a good day to burn a bridge or two. The one with old wood creaking that would burn away right on cue. I try to be not like that but some people really suck.
Stranger flowers yet, there will never come. A day that I will ever regret. The hours, days, years and the minutes. The joy the pain the sunshine and rain in it.
You've got to trust your instinct. And let go of regret. You've got to bet on yourself now star. 'Cause that's your best bet. Watch me now with a wicked and wild and I said.
You know I'm ready, yes to rock steady. My name's not Betty or Teddy, but Nick. And I'm what you might call a heretic. And I am from Nebraska. My girl is satisfied, you can ask her.
Long time did I run down like that. I would have three years ago today, but.... Not now, it's not like that. . It's all right to feel good. It's all right for nothing to be wrong.
There's something in my eye. Well, there's something in my throat. Oh, maybe I'm not the man I used to be before. Although I'm feeling strong. It's the bed where I belong.
Nobody's talking so the graves they rose up!. And walked away. What's the point in this futile. Like reptiles we'll all soon be. Dust someday.... Someday.
I, I wanna make you cry,. In the worst way,. Pictures fade away,. From the story that you told,. Both incredibly spiteful and far too,. Delicate to hold.
Blood of the lamb. Runs a flood over our losing town. The serpent has spoiled itself and our hopes. And licks at the blood of the lamb. Our cause mocked in the face of heaven.
Torment, Sorrow, Misery, Strife,. . Screaming all away, to the dieing of the light:. . Under dock of metal gray,. I want skies of ink and blue. . In this dark familiar place.
Trust us to fuck it all up,. To fuck it all up when we get near the top. . Trust us to fuck it all up,. To fuck it all up when we get near the top. Yeah.
Everything's a fucking drama.. Don't you want a little piece?. . You're tangled up in a self-made hell,. Don't you wanna be released?. . In your shoes,.
Poisoned lips dipped in wine,. Out to get this heart of mine.. Candy kisses don't mean a thing,. If only lies those kisses bring.. Platinum hair, black at the roots,.