rob the tower And steal the alphabet Close the door and bar the gate But keep the windows clean God's alive inside a movie Watch the silver screen
weekend dancing to the psychedelic furs. I tried to tell myself that we could be alright. now it's me and my cigarettes and alcohol tonight. So screen
those Bible stories to her calico cat She stares into the mirror at the cross around her neck And hears her daddy's sermons echo through her head Then
them When they take another life Who will hold them When they tremble for the knife Voicemail numbers On an old computer screen Rows of lovers Parked forever in a dream Screaming sirens Echoing
you claim your mother's a crackhead and Kim is a known slut So what's Hailie gonna be when she grows up [Intro - Eminem - talking] + (Hailie) (*echo*)
, ruin disease into wounds like these Let the truth sting From the hub to the limit Through the urban hollows Out into the poles of the extreme To echo
the garden, I see West purple shower bells and tea Orange birds and river cousins Dressed in green Pretty music I hear So happy and loud Blue flower echo
fill me quickly And then are slow to drain Dialogues that dither down reminiscent Of the way it likes to rain Every screen, a smoke screen Oh, to dream
roller coaster ride That my emotions have to take me on I heard a newborn baby cry Through the night. I heard a perfect echo
and reality Forever Dead frequencies kill the intellect And truths that only raindrops see Frail bodies out in the periphery Walk like ghosts across the screen
blind and parallel could I prove these lines could collide My dear, did I cast you off? Distress signals fade away. lost by an echo. lost by an echo
pills, I shared with them my dream I can't recall exactly how I got to where I shouldn't have been ]my head seemed filled with hombre stuff I fealt like I was on the screen
love light in your eyes I hope it stays there for a thousand yeeers Movie stars on silver screens Singing songs of sweet sixteen Echo through the laughter
be so precious? Maybe I should be a little humble? slate of fear, cause I could stumble. So do your searching until your down, cause your on home ground. (echo off) (continuous echo
keep up This little planet in space, this ship of human grace Has gone bottoms up When we turn our eyes (From the damage we see on the TV screen) (
again They don't care where you're coming from Or where you've been As long as you're a supermodel citizen Empty faces on your screen (Supermodel
spent ten years living on the outside, looking in He thought that he would never get back, hey, get back Watched his dream walk across a silver screen
too far behind Down his alley where the sun won't shine the blind must lead the blind Ten stories up a boy looks out, his face pressed to the screen