The first thing you see is the light. Then, you focus on a man in a mask with a knife as he cuts you away from everything you thought you knew about
Oh, I recall the last morning the sun would rise on the race of man, after which, it was clear, nothing could be the same again. When called to answer
Everything makes me nervous and nothing feels good for no reason Waking up its really worth it the same dark dread every morning Senior year, here in
''I am now the most miserable man living. If what I feel were equally distributed to the whole human family, there would not be one smiling face on Earth
(Pt. I) This is a war we can't win After 10,000 years, it's still us against them And my heroes have always died at the end So who's going to account
Just give me a suitcase and I'll promise to not look back. Just point me, point me towards the railroad track. I've been staring at the gates, but I'
tonight two great ships will pull back to their ports depleted of everything that shoots flames and reports and in the morning the shells will wash
[Part I. The Hangover Mass] I'm sorry, Mama, but I've been drinking again. Me and the old man got us a head start on the weekend, And rest assured
''From whence shall we expect the approach of danger? Shall some transatlantic giant step the earth and crush us at a blow? Never! All the armies of
There is nothing I've ever done I didn't learn to be ashamed of. There is no hope or no dream I won't curse and demean. If that's what it takes,
''I will be as harsh as truth and as uncompromising as justice. On this subject, I do not wish to speak, or think, or write with moderation. I am in
Throw my guitar down on the floor No one cares what I've got to say anymore I didn't come here to be damned with faint praise I'll write my masterpiece
I was born into self-actualization, I knew exactly who I was, but I never got my chance to be young, so when you lay me inside of a coffin, bury me on
(Spider Bags Cover) If you're gonna be so ill tempered, I don't know why you're still around There ain't no curfew on hard living in this poorly painted
Soon you'll be burning orphanages down Watching ashes scatter all over town And when the smoke gets too close to the ground You'll see blue trampling
You have got a lot of nerve to behave the way that you do, making me listen to all of your carrying on You are not the only one who thinks that life
his word Titus is all about giving glory at his church from Paul . . . a bonservant to Titus . . .They both serving Both serving Christ with their life with the must urgence, Titus
O, Death, о Death, o Death, Won't you spare me over another year But what is this, that I can’t see with ice cold hands taking hold of me When God is