victims themselves of a close encounter desperate abductors, constructors becoming an infected vex'd by an alien virus so alien so viral leaving space
Maybe theres a miracle waitin' to happen in the places and spaces with the mystical patterns where dark is light and de light is bright it's a struggle
lately there's been a serious rise in the pressure a tension so visceral we have to take serious measures listen all the voices speak of merciless things
step into the rhythm of a head on collision corrosion leaves scars 'pon the inside hands are tied, eyes open wide difficulties that come with time colored
I'm having dreams about you I wanna scream about you I'm having dreams about you I wanna scream about you Everything you've done You were the girl who
There's a code of silence that we don't dare speak There's a wall between and the river's deep We keep pretending that there's nothing wrong But there
*These are the People of the Longhouse These are the People that you tried to break These are the People of the Pines Who Follow the Code of Handsome
I've got hoes (I've got hoes) In different area codes, area codes (Area, codes) Hoes (Hoes,hoes) In different area codes, area codes (Area, codes) Now
The small divides along the sides of rulers always amazed me Closer you looked the more it took your eyes off reality It's very rare that I don't stare
Here again drawn like a moth to a flame An invisible force pulling me close to you I can't break free, there's some kind of hold over me Like a magnet
You can make a plan Carve it into stone Like a feather falling It is still unknown Until the clock speaks up Says it's time to go You could choose the
Death data entry, ant hill law Encoded arc, our common cause Drink liquid clocks till I see God Crystal display, can't turn it off Shh don't talk, don
You know what's makin' me mad? Day after day I'm catchin' all of this slack Seems you gotta wear a suit, unless you wanna jacked 'Cause in the '90s, y
I'm a sailor peg And I've lost my leg I've climbed up the top sails I've lost my leg I'm shipping up to Boston I'm shipping up to Boston I'm shipping
I never got along with the girls at my school Filling me up with all their morals and their rules They'd pile all their problems on my head I'd rather
Deep in the night I can hear you calling my name How can I try to help you woman If you go on hiding your pain Baby, Baby, the tears on your pillow are
I'm wishing you a well...mind at peace within yourself... Covers up I cast you off...I'll be watching as you breathe.... I'd lie still you move I'
Drive down the street can't find the keys to my own fucking home I take a walk so I can curse my ass for being dumb I make a right after the arches