have ended in tears Like a mole living in my chest Carrying my life slow away What if I could rip this tremor out What 'bout throw it into a bin Yes
take everything away from me silent angel... apathy cries out from your lungs, indifference reeks of fiction time will tell how far you will go I can
It's always the quiet ones Who are stranger than fiction They hide under tables like a child What kind of chemistry is it? Leaden or golden? Nobody sees
quite our stations), fit the world so why speak (vigilance over tired eyes), when all is silent, forever in silence, ( fall asleep is to slip), a chance
you know this beat by silent john gon be some science fiction shit and all you lesser mammals know that i bump this in my new spaceship im a tri lam
Indestructible diggin' through the rubble Bubblin' we don't need no more trouble That bahella-scope vision, hot, hot fiction Like I'm runnin' a muck upon a
Indestructible digging through the rubble Bubblin' we don't need no more trouble That bahella-scope vision, hot hot fiction Like I'm running a muck upon a
over five million households already tuned in" "washes so clean "quite a good day tomorrow! quite a good day tomorrow! quite a good day!" "phone now
now, we can't do nothing I think someone else will make it right In your dreams you saw a steady state, a bounty for eternity Silent screams but now
this life Oh, salvation, shine a light on a different world And carry out thoughts on golden rays Oh, look into her eyes You'll see such silent calling
that you have been screaming silently I know that you will find your peace Collecting the samples and counting the years Quietly plotting our fictional
Just 'cause it's cracked, doesn't mean that it's broke Just 'cause it's a butt doesn't mean it's a joke With a heart like an apple butt hard like a stone
wouldn't fight For someone else's war Could you hold on a second For a second someone's at my door Screaming hate is love And fiction is fact Honesty
around me grinds to a halt? And I'm finding a way of being Accepting life all alone And I'm hoping I'll wake up seeing A way to live on my own IV.
An idea dies, in the same slight way, that we lose track of the facts. Slowly, unseen, slipping silently, through some fabricated cracks. And now the
Take everything away from me silent angel Apathy cries out from your lungs, indifference reeks of fiction Time will tell how far you will go I can't
we socialize And we awaken a brand new tragedy Wake up to the real me Recognize the face of the real enemy Shout it out to a waiting world The end in
ominous feeling A cold blooded creature in the dark Is stealing toward you You best beware, take care She's better than a work of fiction Half ingenue, half a
