I'm alone I'm alone I'm alone I accept my destiny Being ignored has spurned in me Contempt for anyone that I see There's no cure for what I've got I
anyone I'm alone I'm alone I'm alone I accept my destiny Being ignored has spurned in me Contempt for anyone that I see There's no cure for what I've
Hey Jack Kerouac, I think of your mother and the tears she cried, she cried for none other than her little boy lost in our little world that hated
eyes see through my tortured soul vanishing any hope for fantasy the thing I'd give, to prove myself to her, to make her see... jaded eyes awake as
lie to hear it weep Or its tears of gold and jade Will drown you as you sleep Will drown you now... Jane delawney had her dreams That she never did discover For
for that matter I'll learn to appreciate these moments, even if they have to be spoon-fed Why is it all so wonderfully hysterical these days Even the jaded
all - Someone has to turn you in Like a common criminal, like a wounded animal A jaded mandarin A jaded mandarin Like a jaded, faded, faded, jaded, jaded
The hunger inside given to me, makes me what I am Always it is calling me, for the blood of man... They say I cannot be this, I am jaded, hiding from
shows the signals grow on radios All the strange things they come and go, as early warnings Stranded starfish have no place to hide still waiting for
the backseat inside stinkin' I'm thinkin', gotta go find me a sink and Clean up, I'm beat up, I'm covered in blood It ain't easy, blood on my hands makes
Astral glance's Kissing jade sea Gate of wisdoms lost In unfathomed deep Haunted waters Maids of the ancient gods Crying for their glorious blood "Raise
and ask for nothing more There's no revolution anymore On the edge of tomorrow what are we fighting for We fight each other whenever we get bored Jaded
times are jaded The simple life is complicated, oh, my children Now if the dark of the night Arrives in the middle of the day I'm gonna say my prayer for
with nightingale blood. Cast down in disgust to be crushed by a cart-wheel, because of mere trivia misunderstood. We quest for a grail of illusive perfection