[20.30-21.02 min.] Early morning Cold as blue I wipe the ashes off my skin Leaning back I think it's time to light my cigar Wake up - you ain't me
Feeling helpless once again but you would never notice it. It'd been too long for you to care. I love you but it's time to say goodbye, it's time to start
We had a good thing going, with all our dreams fulfilled we ruled We owned the world that we were conquering A team that no one could touch, a force that
Tangled in my veins We burned our eyes out staring at the early november sun Oh, How I hate goodbyes (Thanks to Allison for these lyrics)
[Music: Nodtveidt/Zwetsloot] [Lyrics: Nodtveidt] Search for my subconscious Lead me into myself A need to discover the dark A will to enter these gates
The more money they get the colder their hearts. To love has become a phrase. Warmth doesn't exist. Instead of holding him tight they would rather watch
1 2 3 4 . . . So what's your deal Are you a prankster? Or are you just looking for some skiving snackboxes To get you out of class? There's puking pastules
(John Phillips/John Stewart) [Chorus:] I'm goin' where them chilly winds don't blow. Gonna find a true love. That is where I want to go. Out where them
(words and music by Howie Lucero © 1984) Stacey, it would've been a late night, but I know you have to go . . . the way you planned it so. And the cold
The flowers are blooming red and violet placed so pristinely on a background of green we share a kiss in the sunlit warmth of morning today wasn't for
[Chorus] To all my people goin through it on a daily basis And it seem like the world is full of cold places Keep yo' head up, fuck what they said cause
[Music: Demonaz, Abbath - Lyrics: Demonaz] Under a bloodred moon in the cold wastes of Thule Where wintershadows lies untouched Where I dwell at the
On june fifth, in the year of eighty-nine, he was unarmed with focused mind Deflance glared down the barrel of the gun pointed from a tank in tiananmen
THE COLD TWILIGHT WAS GIVING WAY TO THAT FROZEN NIGHT WHEN HE STARTED TO SAY THROUGH YOU EYES I CAN SEE NONE OF YOUR LIES CONVINCE ME THE DANCING SHADOWS
They are sick, they are poor And they die by the thousands and we look away They are wolves at the door They are not going to move us or get in our way
Under the stars, Spanish guitars sing the Santa Maria Outside my room, the music?s playing On a sweet bougainvillea breeze, romantically Oh, but not
It?s no wonder we?re all scared when our submission makes demands and who the hell are you is it asked or forced to do Do you pray for holiness or just
Take your shot. I still take your words to heart. Cold fingers (reveal messages of hate on my screen.) Reveal messages of hate on my screen. Cold. As
