They say the sun an-a shines for all, But-a yin some people world, it never shine at all. Mm-mm-mm. They say love is a stream that will find its course
Oh, it's so nice to see you all inside my dreamy little world And it's so nice to be with all you lovely little boys and girls Make yourself comfortable
Well, we can't take it this week And her friends don't want another speech Hoping for a better day to hear what she's got to say All about that, personality
Crisis, crisis you can't get away Crisis, crisis you can't get away Crisis, crisis I need you on my side 'Cause there's a crisis And you can't get away
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Space is always getting bigger time just keeps moving on Take your finger off the trigger you ain't gonna shoot that gun Roads are always leading somewhere
esta claro que te apresa tu familia esta claro que las cosas no te van que la vida no se aprende por los libros y el amor donde lo buscas nunca esta el
now just where the fuck have I gone. the days feel so old and cracked and your eyelids close-you shut me out. got run over by your words today, and everyone
He's an invader on a misson. Got a built - in weapon. Gotta stake his claim, Leave his mark, then go conquer all over again. He's becoming a weapon, A
seething in this red world I am nothing. thrown to the roadside I carry the death of the desert on my skin. have you looked into these eyes, feel the
...(you're so pale). the lines of your eyes are weathered. your broken arms can hold me no longer. (you're so pale) now I'm falling down faster. can't
I see shadows following me, Tripping on the edge of my dreams. Hanging on my fractured Reality. Suck Sucking me into cold death finality. I see vespers
I can hear the dogs in their hysteria,Salivating for the taste of our rotten failure. Brutality of flesh and bone Making enemies where there were none
I'm bleeding this time for no reason at all. I just miss the feeling of losing it all SO USED TO IT (I am the cave of life and death and the blood that
has the light become part of the machinery? has the hand become part of the disease? has the body become the unwilling vessel? hahahaha how simple to
I think I'm rotting on the inside. way down deep inside my soul... I've built this little coffin that I live in every day. I peek out every day or so
I want to hate you. I want to knife you. I want to kill you. you made me this. you ended me this way. I live in this house in the name of suffering. I
Long ago, a crumbling whole of me was split in two. Spat forth into darkness and light, like the Birth from the womb. I live like this in stillborn life