when you're in hell. forced hellos rushed goodbyes and best wishes for you in the meantime My face seen as often as God's can let guilt have its way
will never go off. a rollercoaster ride, that can't wait to stop so tell me who the fuck are you trying to fool? tell me what the fuck have you put your heart
in our hearts to make the days this is the hardest breath, that we can fucking breathe is that we struggle to find the peace that exists within our hearts
no man, no door, no heart to let you: The sun can take too long to end the endless night I hear you, I feel you, I bleed with you when our hearts begin
: He was a kind hearted man in a hateful world who caught every thing that life ever hurled like the oldest mountain he always stood so tall forever
, they choose to see me, they choose to see me like a setting sun so it's up to me, i have to see me, i have to see me like the rising one in my
Just take a fucking good look at just what you did you set a raging fire in the heart of a kid your words, and the message you sent are held in my heart
: How many miles until I get out of this rectangular box of hell? Because these four same faces in these overcrowded spaces have me praying for the places
: Sisters starving, brothers begging. Mothers mourning, fathers folding When I look in the mirror I see: A boy not a man the son of a father I refuse
: (Instrumental)
i become just a memory of what i used to be GET ME THE FUCK OUT we're deaf and blind to a age's cry we refuse to fucking hear. not learning to grow,
: "i remember the man who just wanted life to live and let live while we're searching for our lives." black elk never should you forget, people want
: To our foundations who fell apart and all us kids who believed in you to all the kids that you sold out and all of us you made feel like fools we'll
hurt when what you love is bought and sold? a material world is what you're striving for but the real gold is something you can't touch it's in our hearts
: [Originally by Outspoken] I hear stories that don't appeal to me For some reason I don't see what they see A wasted mind is a waste of time Where
more than a posed stance more than music, something we live with beyond the cheap slogans, an act of love, an attempt to give we have seen a lot of
: Let me tell you a story about the man who loved to play with fire he's the backfired rocketship, he's the seed that never splits some trees just cant
: The taste of the floor reminds me of the skin that leaves me in oceans of my soul without a shore So alone so we'll hold those barren bodies bereft