Up from the sands of the mighty Sahara comes,. Our hero bold, who so it's told,. is a lot like you and me.. His passion burns, the world it turns,. He fills his hand to fill the void,.
When no one looks the clouds come rolling in,. And under darkened skies the buildings grow big teeth and eyes.. They breathe and walk through unending doors,.
Something stirring in the air, a victory?. A time-bomb ticking to explode-3, 2, 1 and go. Something passive, something not. Billy clubs out, call the S.W.A.T..
Here the man draws the line for separation. (Old Vision). Watch the man build up his walls for isolation. (You make division). Walk no mile, I'm sick and tired, of all the cowards at the radio station. No cathartic plot to thicken, to quote the vernacular, I'd say that you're chicken..
(A B-side from "All The Hype That Money Can Buy". Recorded in 2000). . should pay me 5 dollars.. . 4 kids in Memphis,. . and i want to buy a hot dog.I wrote this song and they said they would pay me,.
Up from the sands of the mighty Sahara comes,. Our hero bold, who so it's told, is a lot like you and me.. His passion burns, the world it turns,. He fills his hand to fill the void,.
You said, "Down with the church", with your fists up in the air, all the rancor and the hate, yeah we saw your frigid stare. You hate Christianity, but love your animosity, it's the church who's getting rotten, yet it's Christ that you've forgotten..
Staring at the shoreline wishing for some hope. the weight of empty fishing nets is more than twisted rope. And underneath stern faces while they wait with baited breath.
Through this mirrored image feeling. Was my head so oddly reeling. Not aware of floor or ceiling. Kneeling and crying out. All the past I'd spent denying.
I was wasting time. Oh so sure to find somebody who'll. Never go. How could I know. None I'd found was true. None could be but you. The only one love divine.
When I was young, the smallest trick of light,. Could catch my eye,. Then life was new and every new day,. I thought that I could fly.. I believed in what I hoped for,.
Into mass graves we've shoveled lives. a massive pipeline for the lies. a past so vast with genocide. and ignorance we hide behind. You say that we are done with this.
In a field of yellow flowers. underneath the sun. Bluest eyes that spark with Lightning. Boy with shoes undone. He is so young,. so full of hope,. Reveling in tiny dreams.
What could this be, too much. MTV? Chalk another fad up for. its fall into infamy. What? s in a. standard if it changes all the. time? You? re still having trouble.