I'm holding my last breath It's burning in my lungs Clenching up my eyes Bloody up my tongue Of the words that might escape Are ringing in my ears Grinds
Ten liter diesel sitting under my hood Going to drive it like ariving man would Get me some chicks And some Lone Star beer One hand is for shifting And
Traveller's diagram for Where I am for what I am ??? vision? (visual?) code? Overloads, it all explodes And hey, let's throw the great party today for
Intrusion, truth twisted, accepting. Degraded, up-ended, besieged = lie. Gratified, careless dying, power trip. No obstruction, = guiltlessness, conscious
maudlin idea of government abolition noble in intention absurb in lack of realism mirage of a sinister brain. trust our denial and desperation. force
I'm holding my last breath It's burning in my lungs Clenching up my eyes Bloody up my tongue For the words that might escape Are ringing in my ears Grinds
Once again being here recovering over and over. Torn from inside from every direction. Uncontrolled creations of the entire whole. Making us just a device
Un ingranaggio. Un ingranaggio. Un ingranaggio cosi assurdo e complicato cosi perfetto e travolgente. Un ingranaggio fatto di ruote misteriose cosi
Anch?io devo andare sempre avanti senza smettere un momento devo andare sempre avanti e lavorare, lavorare, lavorare e continuare a lavorare, lavorare
We were sick Docs weren't near Burnt Clear We will be Docs of here That can be damned Can be forgiven And you need hear The song of sky gear We those
El deseo sigue un curso paralelo, y la historia es una red y no una via, dias y noches de amor y de celos, una cama se llena y otra se vacia. Yo lo vi
I've held onto this tune for weeks, until I could say that I wrote 24 more songs than the four of us have written all year long. I should keep my opinions
You're here because You're one of us You are the strength We are soldiers You've journeyed far You've battled hard And now you will receive your permanent