the same A chance to tell the crimes of the cruel A chance to wave the flag of the fool But the cross on your road is twisted And reflects an imageless tool
there, but for the grace of God, go I It's kinda neat I wonder what it means I rock a jam for love, I quit my band for love I'll smack the chrome tool
I rather be there throw a word or two in We here, I know we worth money yo Just relax start analyzing 'Fore you start adding your sales tax Took that tool
I'm in? Ruin this ruin and go to the end Leave your mark on me Make an impression Don't warn me before you cut The moon reflects off your tools Love
here Without you I'm just waiting to be alive! Please, leave your mark on me, make an impression Don't warn me before you cut.. ..the moon reflects off your tools
A tool to do good has gone bad Electric altar for a new religion A new way to link A new way to think Individual thoughts That have come missing Laugh
guise I rot a paradox in terms (I am now what I'm not) Interconnected, fused my words are its thoughts I now share my self with my reflection Straining
burden all by yourself on your shoulders and it don't exist Drama is being falsely accused, Drama is the latest news Drama is what gives people clues Drama is a tool
injection In the mirror of lies I see the reflection Of buried thoughts and stolen freedom The absorbed struggle of the human race This killing tool
bikes They're just vehicles you steer to ride other peoples fears Stars and Stripes are like nails and spikes They're just tools that you use against
in... Thrusting tools incyst, our minds are tools that wreck The bonesaw abused, your spleen removed, dissection in progression Sterilised tools incyst
in the chair at the hair salon. Taking the time to reflect upon some things that are too difficult to convey. Ooh, original synergized molecules. Revolving electrified power tools
? Who's the one that you been leanin' on Every time that you were down and lonely? How many times did you say to yourself That woman is the devil's tool
chemical dependency Plastic can eventually explode bits and pieces of my soul Shattering, just not being put back together We can rule, but still brothers won't use that tool
As the Ripper returned from the dark With a strong urge for blood Seven deadly blades, with the devil's mark Satanic tools to slay the ones of God The
A dying forest A nurtured garden A privatized prison A candle with a broken wick A puddle that reflects the sun A piece of paper with my name on
A dying forest A nurtured garden A privatized prison A candle with a broken wick A puddle that reflects the sun A piece of paper with my name on it I'
