Congratulations on the mess you made of things I'm trying to reconstruct the air and all that brings And oxidation is the compromise you own But this
too much We're closer now and said enough Is it not me, am I not rolled into your crush? The road you chose unloads control See it take me so go on throw
Lonely little love dog that no one knows the name of I know why you cry out desperate and devout Timid little teether your eyes set on the ether Your
Oh, but the longing is terrible A wanton heart under attack I wanna love you all the way off I wanna break your back And color off all that's hysterical
more bowls and more Cups and the riot for the last hot meal erupts Corrupts his hard drive through the leanest months Shells out the hard cash for the sickest stunts On aftershave, on
of sound Well, there's a golden age Comin' round, comin' round, comin' round Love, don't you falter, burnin? hearts dragged behind The horses dancing on
barely fly And Mary and David smoke dung in the trenches While Zion's behavior never gets mentioned The writings on your wall Blood on the cradle and
like a bottle And Lord knows I tackled it full throttle May I illuminate the nameless, faceless saints Of these hard and open graves Every lover on
Oh, there is a murderous amongst us Her love is a violent spiral Hurling in the corners Conjured up at the birth of the world Dirgen is a dancer Mindless
just doesn't seem right (So tight) Is this where we thought we'd be Pass it in the fishery, clean water running out of sight Come on, come on, don't
absolute Now listen to the truth Cradle little cry Cradle little cry Your light will shine Fire undisputable Keep your head on high Keep your head on
oh, they want you too Broken plates on dirty highways (There is hardly a method you know) Pave the way for alien grace Broken plates on dirty highways
Faceless fall from this life and oh If you can't see the stars you've probably gone too far Like the voice that cried on the lonesome tide Like the wave
saints Shot down in the square, don't track it in on the soles of your shoes When you?re dragged into the back of this car Go ahead put your red dress on
Enough for all now So for who? So for who? Beneath the cigarettes and sugar shit of alcohol breath I can taste the ocean on your tongue Remember when we sat on
So send back the clowns My clone wears a brown shirt And I seduce him when there's no one around Mano e Mano on a bed of nails Bring it on like a storm
Little flightless metal birds High above in limbless tree Echoes from their tiny box Ring out into the atmosphere Creating beauty inadvertently It was
ll shove it on to the floor boards Her rusty heart starts to whine, in its telltale time so For freedom tonight Life is a measly portion Light on good