I ever do these days is cry Where are you Why won't you call Since you've gone I talk to the wall Face in my hands again These walls My only friend
Nobody there knew they would die before they woke They probably started off a beautiful day with weed smoke Out of last night's pussy, the murder that
bridge to the Brooklyn love When I look above it's clear skies that's surrounding my earth Your love is drugs and I'm down to serve let's deal with it
, it's gone forever I get high, in hindsight it's getting better Save your breath, your threats won't hurt me And I don't care Twisted and beautiful I
walk into a room. Confusion plays a solemn tune. The Poet steals a thought. His hands are red, the sinner caught. Cyclical and round. The hollow walls
wonder that the monkey's confused He said Mama Mama, the President's a fool Why do I have to keep reading these technical manuals And the joint chiefs of staff And the brokers on Wall
breath itself. Darkness will lead to light - colour will bleed into the night. Beautiful colours, the like of which you have never seen. Let the dream of confusion
trees forever burning wisdom is free cast the stars beyond this dream. Every weakness of her sight as confused as day and night she's passing the light
s so confused, she knows she deserves more Someone who will love and adore But his money's hard to ignore She really doesn't know what to do Girl it's
Confusion remaining too long Violence and hate I won't see anymore The innocent victims of fate The prophets have written their words on the wall Wake up before it's
shields remorse When I look, I look to your beautiful name And find you're not the same Cellar door, what's the case Are you locked in your shadow's
Amanda: To model is to show the world The power of a beautiful illusion To model it to wallow in a blissful state Of chaos and confusion The catwalk,
be, In his gallery It's just not fair And it's tearing me apart You're just another priceless work of art In his gallery She's so confused She knows
the tale or turn a love toxic. Now was she real, or an illusion of this optical confusion, With the accent of ancient Egypt. Or could it be that she's
like breath itself. Darkness will lead to light, colour will bleed into the night- beautiful colours the like of which you have never seen. Let the dream of confusion
, with a knack for actin, Alana's whole attraction Just fractionally based on surface, I got into her mental on purpose And with alertness, as I flirt with her emotion Walls
It's not real, the media's owned by the rich. Don't be confused by their propaganda. Television blinds my eyes. SMASH YOUR TV(x4) Images of Wall street
you'll be, In his gallery Just not fair And it's tearing me apart You're just another priceless work of art In his gallery She's so confused She knows
