lite my cigarette on yer destruction "don't do it"'s become nothing more than a slogan i killed with you, helped you cover it up extremism works, but
I remember when, when we sat outside, Digesting "nourriture" that didn't suit their eyes. We stood our ground, and took it as a layer to our shells,
We move from room to room like ants, In packs of hundreds we do crawl, To hide from danger is our aim, We must disguise ourselves like ants. No more
This is so much more than you bargained for. It's all locked inside of that wooden drawer, And that axe you picked ain't that good for fixing all those
If I was to tell you a story, would you keep it to yourself and not tell anybody else? Like you've done before. If I was to pass you on a secret would
I have nothing more to say to you, Open your eyes, Open your mind, And maybe then I'll consider conversing again Open your eyes, Open your mind.
Heartbeats, in sync with the clock, In time with my steps, Buried in my chest. Disguised by a layer of flesh, that's fading away, From the constant
There's no room for mistakes here we're always being watched, No loop holes, no way out of here and the clocks they never stop, And don't go trying
If the walls fell down would you build them back, Though he promised again that he'd surely attack. If he cut you off would you love him still, When
I'm running in circles around money trees, Green eyed monsters in parallel worlds, Chocolate lawnmowers and currents for keys, Little children with
It's been three weeks today since they went and ran away, not leaving things behind they were the things they had to find anyway And the wires kept running
Its no walk in the park with no light I'm impatient and keen and I'm willing to fight, I need help to carry on And get through this mess that I'm working
De Luain, bhi me ag caint leat faoi ruin, Duirt tu na inis me aon duine, duine og no sean dhuineMar a rinne tu riomh De mairt, bhi gach rud an cheart
De heathen back dey 'pon de wall! De heathen back, yeah, 'pon de wall! De heathen back dey 'pon de wall! De heathen back, yeah, 'pon de wall! De heathen
stance again. 'Cause he who fight and run away Live to fight another day. Jah put the Heathen back There upon the wall Jah Jah put the Heathen back
