Could you imagine if I were to spill emotions down upon you? The streets would flood Eyes torn and acid scathed and bright crimson visionary of the
Somewhere in time we were born Brought blood, lust, hatred and scorn Sorry now you trusted me Now I command that you get down on your knees for Hell
Saw him standing there and I know What it takes to make a show 'Cause who wants to be ignored? Who wants to be alone? I'll give you one, two, three,
Said you were leaving on the goodbye service You'd take me with you, I think we earned it (Too late) No stop signs (Too late) No red lights You left
Everything that happened here Cannot happen when you're dead, she safely said Worry when you wake tonight Is it all in your head? So you want to run,
Don't know the meaning of devotional Pictured me hanging threadbare on the blacked out wall Purposeful, in your weekly disguise Surrendering to arms,
She has a gilt complex, break her neck Now she's run, run, running right over the edge Had a gilt complex, poison pen She's signing her name and she's
Sometimes the conversation is a road to the south Beyond the leaking roof, to the dry mouth Sometimes intrepidation is the roadkill in me Oh, walk on
Match, the rope, wires, tied up in twine Corkscrew, dictionary, time Paint, paper, pillows, ink the hangman Tape recording, postcard, sign Stamp it 'Evidence
I know you are, another planet miles apart Is it a question of things you really Should have cared about? You took a drive, countries called More than
So many times you ran yourself over Talking back on a cold-crying shoulder Get in a car with the taxi driver Sympathy of strangers, hoping to find her
I can hear her late at night Rattling along the corridor Wearing my name around my neck I'd long forgotten who I was So I rebel with the ghost Try to
We swing together like the bell, with a similar story to tell Both holding on until the end at least we're not alone Swinging together like the bell,
Gonna find it hard to sleep through it all This rain veil's gonna fall Walk behind him, sweet duress Try to conduct yourself Behind royal walls, blacked
of time Don't wanna, I don't wanna Be a slave to the sons of privilege Don't wanna, I don't wanna Be a slave to the sons of privilege Sweet Lady Liberty
's one of the few that cares Crawling behind a saracen's hull From the safety of his living room chair Forgotten sons, forgotten sons, forgotten sons
lights dim in prison halls no tears slip when solemn state duty calls just you wait until you get in the way murder the sons of bitches make them pay