're still outside and well While I roam around in hell And I am afraid of the dark I've lost control Of me Nowhere to go And nothing to see I've lost control
re still outside and well While I roam around in hell And I am afraid of the dark I've lost control Of me Nowhere to go And nothing to see I've lost control
can promise that estacy ain't promised tomorrow With this two man mades Me and my soul death astrayed I watch my parents get blowed away Now look what it made I'm something to face
billion people just one name (I found) I found tomorrow in today Apocalyptic and insane, my dreams will never change You wanna be the one in control
start of this fire. I create this burning heat. I devour your innocence. You have no chance for forgiveness. You watch your words behind that smashed face
tonight! No one ever knows what tomorrow would be like, I hope it feels like tonight, Hope it feels like tonight! With that look upon your face, Baby
I'm so misunderstood There goes my manlihood She's in my face again With that picture of innocence No drinks, No smokes No dicking around No dirty jokes Straight lace, straight face
the mercy of the waves Massive waves Blind to see what's going on Conditioned as we are And we are We lost control of our greed But now we face it all Face
love today But I hate tomorrow I don't spend time; I only borrow Don't blame me For the way things are Because I can't control... What is in the stars
gets hot. And then she runs into the toilet, and she stands in front of the mirror and she makes faces to herself so she can turn into a monster. Isn
want to go back as far as they can ? even if it's only as far as last week. Not to face now or tomorrow, but to face backwards. And yesterday was the
your last LP with a style that makes you smile like a chelsea smile what the fucks that man? ita when u place razorblades on the cheek and a keg to the face
lost control Of what she once believed in And she was not alone If you could face the pain And I could do the same It would be clear tomorrow
people real serious you can see it on her face She can't accept that life is unfair She wants to think the others care When some poor soul with no control
John Carder Bush : "He got her drunk very quickly. Holding hands, they found the broom-cupboard, Where he had control as far as the fall, When his
