Who think like cats, wow And it ain't be part of the future A pox on your phony kings And all night while you slumber You'll dream of electric sheep
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
So run away to find solace In the nothingness of running day to day It?s over, nothing is fine when the soles of your shoes are broken And you can?t run
Baby don't play with that rattle Baby does what she knows how to do Feel that nectar, feel good Hey little baby venom veins, you've got venom in your
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...) (
I will fight for the glory and future of Christmas time Take up your steel, yeah mount your stead Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah... On forward, to the land
Break out the blindfolds There's teens cloaked in sheepskin And we are the wolves at bay Put her to bed with the big ones and we?ll charge them at the
it's a broken house bloody handprints on the wall ghosts out in the hall that's where mamma lives i still hear her calling out my name singing im
eating from the trough again stuffing his mouth with glory biting the hands that feeds him because he thinks he's worthy absorbed in his deceit the
You've seen this kid before; he sits fists clenched. When he looks up, (when he looks up) he sees tigers. when he looks inwards, he sees disgust, disgust
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
Glorious light covers him tonight Him, unaware and silent, six years old and sleeping The rest of us dying and waiting for him to grow old Old enough
Subtract the greed that spurs you on and there's no room for them in your shitty scene. Feeding on a carcass to sustain a following. Nobody wins. You
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
I will be the fire on your lips But I'm overlooked and underfed You keep me in the basement Where you threw me out with the bathwater And I will be the
Beaches make the sand white Make the sand all romantic and shit Palm trees, branches, imagine them Green, naive and shining with pride Oh, arrogant island
You're like an anchor tied around my ankle But I wanna swim, but I gotta breathe They're big fucking stars I swear to God they are For all the money
you'd find, fleeting and taunting, colors drab and ordinary to the brilliant white of not knowing what's inside. But how can I bear to behold that dream