If you wanna stay Always here All these years The last frontier It's no concern of theirs The world outside Corrupts my child So trust these eyes
Can't feel the pain that I expected I still place keys in the ignition I know what will be One thought is stopping me from sleeping I saw the future
You have no interest in the past Where you came from Where you're going to There's a cliche in your eye File the edges down Soon be underground There
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Camphor crossed with lace, it is the witching hour Cinematic but crude Teasing all my feelings out, you move away It seems so natural to you Still siren
A summer day In garlands I feel secure A useless faith That I will get you, somehow Reach out, I wonder where you are now Hey, there's you With
Nothing is new here underneath the sun All of the big new charlatans will sneer at us Barely a flicker of the light to come Only the people who always
When this freedom stains my coat With the winter in my throat When I'm lost I dig the dirt When I fall I drive the hearse And silence is another
At junction 8 the traffic starts to slow Artilleries of braking lights and bluish glow Ascending in a plumage of twisted steel Shattered glass and
Kneel and disconnect And waste another year Fill the application Start a new career Kneel and disconnect And waste another year Fill the application
We go following sorrow to feel your Blood spilling out of the reeds there Give me a sign I can breathe air Blood flowing out of the stream there (
I didn't want to feel like a slave to your mood swings, and i'm not saying anything I wouldn't say behind your back. And all this shit could have happen
Under gas light the joining of hands Chanting your name over and over The table tilts, the circle is broken Doubting no more They pay what they owe her
I was born in '67 the year of Sgt. Pepper and Are You Experienced. Into a suburb of heaven, yeah it should've been forever. It all seemed to make so
crawled out of the wreckage on my knees) Tore up my flowers so what did we learn? (there I found regret amongst the trees) Snips of a life, we
At junction 8 the traffic starts to slow Artilleries of braking lights and bluish glow Ascending in a plumage of twisted steel Shattered glass and confetti
