I have been through this before. It can't hurt me anymore. Where does it start to end. Why do we then pretend. Someone who still believes. But that ain't me.
There's a red light on the hill. And a bridge out going down. There's a city limits marker. Of an unfamiliar town. With my head slightly bent. I can see it in the light.
To the way things might have been. To roads that never end. Why do we all pretend?. Through a pane of colored glass. I watch as chances pass. Knowing they won't last.
Down to dixon, razor's edge. Cuts like water, runs so red. And now, too far gone. Asked myself "what the hell went wrong ? ". . Too many windows, looking in.
Time has come today young hearts can go. Their way can't put it off another day. I don't care what others say they say we. Don't listen anyway time has come today, hey.
Come gather 'round people wherever you roam. And admit that the waters around you have grown. And accept it that soon you'll be drenched to the bone. If your time to you is worth savin'.
Maybe we were meant to be like a heartbeat turning black. Wasted like the colors mixed while thieves steal out the black. It's like a broken smile, a step apart that gives you style.
I had to trace the clouds with the dark side looking in. I couldn't play the lie, it's just the way it's been. I never wanted to clear the pages in my life.
Welcome to the riot, it's saturday night. I'm workin' on red eyes but I'm feeling alright. Ain't it like a living end, and burning like a flame. I take it to the limit before the glory fades.
Stay away from. Why don't you just set me free. Living on the same old sad scene. Buried alive (buried alive). . I cannot believe. i cannot even release.
There's a street that only ends alone. A place you go to find your soul. Where the paralyzing screem. And the echoes dark between. Wait in the shadows,.
You are a spectacle. You upon your pedestal. Electricity flows trough your veins. You forget why it was from where you came. The midnight sermon, the morning rain.
I don't know what happened. But somehow I got lost. They'd showed me all of the pitfalls. The lines I shouldn't cross. But I was young and so unstrung.
Oh, I coulda done something. Gone the extra mile. Take the next step. Instead of looking at regrets. I coulda been famous. I coulda been rich. I coulda kissed the right ass.
Sometimes I feel so lonely. My comedown I'm scared to face. I've pierced my skin again, Lord. No one cares for me. . My soul belongs to the dealer*. He keeps my mind as well.
Logically appraise the situation. Sizing up the ones who'll do you good. Realize it's not merely position. That gets you to the top, that's understood.
Downtown to the courthouse. For some pass-the-buck justice. It's a knock-down, drag 'em out, beat 'em up, mace the crowd. Strip search, busted. Can't control the fire.
Like a falling star. Remember who you are. If life is but a dream. Somewhere in between. Time moves on so fast. We take off and we crash. Before the gates are closed.
It's the. It's the common cause. It's the bloody cross. It's a sabotage. It's a bomb threat. It's a code red. It's a thousand dead. . It's a twisted thought.
I met her on the avenue. She wanted me, I just wanted you. She whispered low, her skin was soft. She pulled the cord and slowly took it off. Say it isn't so.