I start to feel sick whenever we talk It's nothing medical Ever remark you make is off the cuff You're so unwound it's unnatural I know you're acting
my chest I'm gonna spend the night gettin' down 'Cause that woman I had wrapped around my finger just come unwound That woman I had wrapped around my finger just come unwound
It is only a matter of time before you run away. You never thought it would happen to you, your mind is too weak to see you through. Try to forget everything
off my chest Gonna spend the night gettin' down 'Cause that woman I had wrapped around my finger just come unwound That woman I had wrapped around my finger just come unwound
don't lie to summarize the truth in place of life create a world to find your love, your love, your love, your love i want to be above and beyond the
i guess i had my chance, i'm told it was my obligation at dusk i held the ground and prayed for morning to come quickly that night i held your hand, together
when i left my island i was wrong met a phantom, memorized a song nothing happens now that i belong love's a demon, love's a demon, love's a demon, love
it's such a sad thing, but not a bad thing, when something's haunting your sacred scene. and what's the purpose of getting drunker when something's missing
another episode behind the tainted screen. a choking victim of it's own vomit, naturally. a scary horror show that starts to speak too slow, and then
actors, bastards, factory workers. it was an accident. it was an accident. beauty parlors. racecar drivers. it was an accident. it was an accident. we
do introductions all sound the same? do interruptions always create the play? ever want "the point of no return" or do you like the way it burns? i never
i'm alone and now i'm sorry i'm at home and now it's scary and it seems like somethings coming soon. day comes around and i won't wake up dismiss the
devise a plan to make your life easier, taking time to lose your mind. your friends become uglier than before, talking down at their pleasure. what
sick sick sick sick sick of intention, full of pretension. collectors items, don't ever buy them. massive attention. fond of infection. newcomer dances
This song That song The song The song you're so bored with My life Your life This life Our lives you're so bored with Everything Anything Anywhere
say it first i won't pretend to know what to do about death and dying more than you, graves don't talk and souls don't speak in tongues and the dead sea
extend an invitation to the most annoying people of the world confine them to their chairs see how long they can stare their personalities are frightening
getting sick of business. overlook what's in us. sugarcoat the palate. lower all our standards. cynical awareness. lucky to be careless. everybody's got
