Relearn to feel.. Somewhere I forgot about the feeling.. If feelings make us human,. then what am I,. then what am I?. . (Get ready a change is coming...) (x2).
We sat against the mountain side. And overviewed this burn so bright. But more will burn tonight. . I'll bury this town tonight. (Tonight). And paint the sky with fire.
So run away to find solace. In the nothingness of running day to day. Its over, nothing is fine when the soles of your shoes are broken. And you cant run anywhere.
With a wink and a nod look, we're all giving favors. There's four pale pinked boys in an accountants hand. Examples must be made, discipline must be maintained.
Got a brand new face. So brittle it falls to pieces. My bones are charred and soon I am ash. And I'm clinging to all my soft wickedness.
The vagrant on that corner who is speaking to birds. Is as crazy as the commuters on their way from to work. Well, hey y'all, I'm gonna get apocalyptic.
You gotta bring the hope back, baby. A wide-eyed belief that there's something. That's worth singing for. . I've got a lot to say. I've got a lot to say.
I can tell you're lying, cuts through my belly. Let the dull colors spill right down to my shoes. And the children gather 'round to lap it up. And the children gather 'round, 'round, 'round, 'round.
"Show me, show me how you do that trick. The one that makes me scream", she said. "The one that makes me laugh", she said. And threw her arms around my neck.
Does the left hand, know what the right hand is doing. You're a fool man. Ever get sick of not knowing. You're a fool man. Ever get sick of not knowing.
The sunlight hits me and I shiver. I rub the sleep out of my eyes. Pull the mail box open. And hope to find a sweet surprise. . I stumble back into the kitchen.
Don't know why I run and hide. Make myself so lonesome. You just say, "That's okay. Hey babe, I'll catch you later". . It took a while. To put it all together.
Received news of your misfortune. And it's scratching out my eyes. Biting at my heart but I've got something to offer. So this isn't a time to hide my hands.
Now with silence broken. Your torch has sputtered out. And now the tribe has spoken. You're voted out and there's not time for your last words.. I hope that you feel rotten.
It started on a lonely Friday. The world was gray and overcast again. I couldn't find no one to be my friend. . Locked the bedroom door as always. Saw my brother's records laying there.
Consuming every little thing we get our claws around. I do subscribe to the thought that we are the dinosaurs. With pebbled skin, sharp teeth, a wicker tail and stinking breath.
The crescent moon sits waxing in the clear, blue sky tonight. Joanna sits relaxing down by the riverside. The cigarette she's smoking, a symbol of her sin.
In the dark before the day. You're still drunk from yesterday. When there ain't nothing left to say. Maybe then you'll find a way. To the heart of everything.
Landed in this place. Tried to make this island more like home. But there are some things better left behind. . We came here on a plane. Just a bunch of little boys.