well I wish every day was a Friday night. with a long weekend straight ahead. and we all lived in shining castles. and there was no such word as dead.
The working man is in my head now. cause in this world we're all together. trapped in a world he never made. it's a steel and concrete place - that lasts forever.
I do one thing, I do it well. It takes up most of my time. The advantage is beyond me. This curse behind my eyes. . My dead disguise don't work so well.
Retro sucks, retro sucks. Everything about it sucks. Retro sucks, disco sucks. Ooh, ooh, fuck you. . Retro sucks, retro sucks. Ravers almost suck as much.
I feel the pressure, it lightens. To judge this spirit of mine. To be like the judgment. To be the king that is left behind. . To hell with I miss you.
Dream away, you're just a dreamer boy. And I've been here before. Dream away, you're dreaming your life away. It's what they want you to believe. . Salute the flag, say the pledge that's what they say.
My time, all my life. Some way, I saved. The memory, the pending. The family, surround me. . A God given time. A God given gift of life. A time to take away, to kill the pain.
yesterday I cut myself on pieces of a broken dream. and though it hurt me so, I won't cry. no I won't shed a tear. I tried so hard. to pick you up. I poured your bottles down the drain.
Dark of December.... Lying with wraith of the dying times.... Cries in unison sing.... With the sufferer's breathing spoil.... Match that fleeting's toil....
do you see what I see. a broken bridge ahead. I could end this journey. or is it in my head. we see our lives. in such a strange light. and it defeats us.
A bout of deep depression. Can't seem to move it forward. My lying eyes lie awake. Not sure what I am after. . I never died before. Can't live what happened yesterday.
Savior?. Poison?. Symbol (of).... Mankind's weakened sum.... Arms and a trunk.... Burned into the sun.... Skepticism.... Tilt it.... Summit.... Blackened....
You are the happiest minute on a sunny day. And a silly song, when no one is around. I am a sorry sight on a Saturday night. You know that if I'm fine.
Started from the start. Wearing out the headstones. Was the end, was the right. Taking out a life loan. . (Hey, old man). Hey, old man. When I'm going six feet down.
a blue, grey sky fills my head today. the drums sound softly a million miles away. i know these things all seem the same. to you it's just an endless game.
Back, I'm back in town. In which we're stuck, I couldn't get out. And that old man will soon be us. Now if we're too late, not if we can't escape. . All of my time.
Long day lay me low, lay me low. . Head burning drunk. I don't need none. That's right, man, I'm fine. But what I've got to know. Is have I wasted time?.
counting crows must die. counting crows must die. counting crows must die. i'd like to punch them in the eye. all that crap I hate so much. everything about them sucks.
Inside a heart of summer soul. Don't let them take it away. 'Cause inside something solid gold. So don't let throw it away. . Words, they meant nothing.
I remember a time when there was nothing but trees and green grass. Now I look around in concrete times and stay behind the glass. Crowds of people but I'm all alone staring at the bill for the telephone.