Fall from grace. False messiah. Laid to waste. Amidst desire. Never found the fuel that feeds the fire of your passion. Carbon copy xeroxed soul redundent
Set me free Let me be who and what I am Why can't you see? You never seem to understand This pain I feel Is as real as your ignorance Question fate As
Mind hemorrhage fuckin' folding chairs in the hallway crucified, paralyzed, you laugh, I cry calculating my miscalculations what is the sign for
In That Dream I Recall Pieces Of Prisons I'm Escaping In The Next Big Religion I Do The Cross Thing The Cross Thing Which Ever Way The Wind Blows Your
(We've Got To Get Together Got To Get With The Game plan To Defeat The Dealer That Dealt This Hand I Don't Understand Why The Kids Are Killing Kids When
Wait I Feel So Helpless In This Haze Better Days Are Laid To Rest. Life's A Test World Of Stress. Who Is Blessed? Can I Get A Little Heart? You
Locked away in a cage My rage has got the best of me Time finds a way each day Of leaving less of me behind I find this fight must be won Inside my mind
Acting Tragically, In An Inept Manner Trying To Act Like Something Really Mattered When I Open My Eyes It's All Gone Overthrown By Your Children
No I'll Never Ever Let It Go Caressing The Downfall Out Stretched Arms On Your Knees Crawl Filthy And Feeling Low Dancing In The Undertow The Cut
Self Absorbed Chancre Sore Nothing's Fair Life Is Just A Metaphor Love You Like A Matador Nothing More Love You Like A Matador Love Is War Nothing
Haphazardly, Tumbling Hard Fall Right Down, You Are What You Are To Me All In The Scheme Of Things, Laugh Out Loud We're All Looking Up Growing Tall
Set Me Free Let Me Be Who And What I Am Why Can't You See? You Never Seem To Understand This Pain I Feel Is As Real As Your Ignorance Question
Haphazardly, Tumbling Hard Fall Right Down, Laugh Out Loud All In The Scheme Of Things, We're All Looking Up Growing Tall It's Like Pulling One
We're Piling It Too High Talk Not Saying Anything What We Leave Behind What We Can't Afford To Keep There's No Sympathetic Posturing There's No
Fall From Grace False Messiah Laid To Waste Amidst Desire Never Found The Fuel That Feeds The Fire Of Your Passion Carbon Copy Xeroxed Soul
Locked Away In A Cage My Rage Has Got The Best Of Me Time Finds A Way Each Day Of Leaving Less Of Me Behind I Find This Fight Must Be Won Inside
Self Absorbed Chancre Sore Love You Like A Matador Life Is Just A Metaphor Nothing's Fair Love Is War Nothing More Love You Like A Matador Nothing
