You got a choke chain made out of nightrain. To keep your memory down in quicksand from the main man. To gel everything out, always out on a joyride. Lay it out from insides, always at a dead stall.
His skin is thick, it's rubbermaid, it's rubbermaid. My skin is thin, it's paper thin, onion skin. His blood and sweat like a hotel bed. He's telling me he's surprised.
I don't know when I lost my nerve. And I started a routine. And I walked across this corner. Pinned my eyes to a shirt. Cos I'm scared of being seen. Locked myself in a stall.
Sing me a song, you're a singer. do me a wrong, you're a bringer of evil. The Devil is never a maker. the less that you give, you're a taker. So it's on and on and on, it's Heaven and Hell, oh well.
Another face at the window. To take me away from you. To a place that I just won't go. . It's always hard to remember. What of pleasure and pain, oh well.
Mic city sons seem to dumb everything down. I got wished a lot of luck. And I'll tell you what it's worth now. . It's a cold-blooded style. Never was worthwhile.
You're everybody's second home. Always trying to get me alone. An easy way to lose it all. Always there when all else fails. Over by the west side rails.
Just close your eyes. You're on a caravan to Superman. Sweet home infection. He can kill you with your smile. . He'll come to you. But like the wind, he's here today, then gone away.
Well you shouldn't doctor yourself. Well I pictured somebody else. Someone who looks like. What I look like. Would you say that the one of your dreams.
She made the night. But the dark's all right. And his heart became the hunter. A deadly bride. It's suicide. So take it slow. . Waiting alone for the witching hour.
Sweet miranda made a burning in my throat. And I'm slumped in the bathtub like a sunken boat. So when will you leave me. When will you leave me. When will you leave me.
Secondary, secondary self for myself (? ). A devil dog, a close call, somebody else. And your love, your love, your love. It's just a wicked friend and it's time that you're fighting off.
I'm laying low life. And I break up standing still. I got a plate in my head full of crap. I'm a landfill. . (You didn't understand). I'm not talking now.
I am anger. Under pressure. Locked in cages, a prisoner. The first to escape. . I am wicked. I am legion. Strength in numbers, a lie. The number is one.
Don't wanna sit up straight. Or look you in the face. I keep checking over your shoulder. Cos I've been dreaming of low-flying jets. Sweet town knocked my head over.
Sing me a song, you're a singer. Do me a wrong, you're a bringer of evil. The devil is never a maker. The less that you give, you're a taker. So it's on and on and on, it's heaven and hell.
Junior mint. Draws the line. Shakes his stick. Overbites. And proves he's got a critical mind. Born again. Cashing in. Must be deaf. Going blind. But he's still got a critical mind.
Come lie on a bed of nails and slumber. Rise up but the hands all pull you down. My sunshine is wind and rain and thunder. I sing but I can't make a song.
If you've never heard before. There was once a time when only God had fire. The moon and stars and nothing more. To lead you through the night. . If there 's a hell and Satan had a daughter.
I was dreaming of the past. And my heart was beating fast. I began to lose control. I began to lose control. . I didn't mean to hurt you. I'm sorry that I made you cry.