My [Incomprehensible], my life is dull. And dried up like the sound of voice makes. When the heart grows cold and it?s going that way. . I think I?ll move out of state somewhere far from.
Give me wings, give me peace. These are the things that I need. I'm tormented, broken and chained. Are You listening? Are You listening?. . And give me shelter from the storm.
I had months to write a song. That captured who you are. But I fear I have done you wrong. Because I've failed you so far. . The chord that struck, an angel fell.
Sick with regret, you sputter out. Your flame swallowed in doubt. Light the cigarette and take a breath. The smoke inflates your chest. And thins your blood so you bleed less inside.
What great risk to truly live? We could die alone. Self-proclaimed meaning of bliss. Is getting what we're owed. It's always getting what we're owed. .
I have seen my own gravestone. and worshiped the golden statue. I've made my bed in the lion's den. and walked in dead man's shoes. . I have witnessed coastline.
Tossed by the tempest of life. A victim of storms I contrive. I feel like the best is behind. And I cant go back. The eye of the storm satisfies. I watch the chaos from inside.
I will wait. I used to let you fight. (fight for me again). but now I stand alone. (will you fight for me again?). I will wait. Will you fight for me again?.
Dripping wet with practiced sincerity. Cute slogans for tangible mysteries. You reduce your god to a TV commercial. (Pruned to profit your ego). "Buy what I sell, you scream.
I know it cuts you inside every time that you try. To take a pathway in life that leaves you so un-obliged. Every promise is lies, every smile makes you cry.
A summer drive away from dying. A broken heart, nothing to lose. I know it hurts so bad just trying. To please the ones you hate to love. . And I wrote this note.
Im like a lost boy. Looking for his father in the wilderness. Days in the wrong direction. Wondering if Ill ever see his face again. But you know me too well.
I've been sitting in the suicide lane on highway 99,. waiting for a sign in the headlights. I've been to war with my mind,. But things will be different this time,.
I've scraped the glass for crumbs. And asked the mirror for some truth. I've loaded my body with chemicals. It was no use. . 'Cause retribution's coming.
Hey, hey, hey. Hey, hey, hey. Hey, hey, hey. Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey. . I've been sitting in the suicide lane of Highway 99. Looking for a sign in the headlights.
I was once a boy in love with strangers. As I watched them smoke their cigarettes I'd wave. I was much too young to think of danger. I was curious and innocent and brave.
They talk of glass houses. Well I built a crystal cathedral. And I took my stones to the rooftop. To play target practice with people. . I was to young to know the difference.
I've got a bad taste in me. It's like I've been robbed of something. I once was in my childhood memories. . And it's buried in sandboxes backyard where we used to see.
Twenty two years have passed by as I contemplate. I can recall you getting me out of every scrape. What comes first to my mind was the change. That I so desperately needed to make.
I've tasted fame but never fortune. And still I couldn't care less for both. I hope you're done saying "I told you so". 'Cause I think I'm done telling the world what I know.