In the depths of my mind I laid sleeping Well i had such a dream when I woke I was weeping The vision i saw danced around me And my heart saw the things
a fading plastic sun I cry to breathe your odour by my side afraid a tear could fall and dry... a summer a drying fish an aimless frown indifferent words
Bow down before the one you serve You're going to get what you deserve Bow down before the one you serve You're going to get what you deserve God money
THE PHOENIX HE HELPED CREATE, OUT OF CONTROL BOY WITHOUT A DAD, SHOT THE GUN THAT STARTLED MY LIFE, WHILE I DROVE HIM WITH A FORTY-FIVE. FRIENDS FOR
Oh and I'm feeling Directionless yes But that's to be expected And I know that best And in creeps the morning And another day's lost You've just
best, what's best for me. I feel it, I want it, and in my heart it's true. I feel it, I want it, there's nothing you can do. I'm so ashamed. I soiled
would see the beauty then, we would stand staring in awe At our still lives posed like a bowl of oranges Like a story told by the fault lines and the soil
Was is it true what I heard about the Son of God? Did He come to save? Did He come at all? And if I dried His feet, with my dirty hair Would He make me
On a string On a string On a string, I was held the way I move, can you tell? My actions are orchestrated from above So I swing and I sway wave my hand
There is a man holding a megaphone He must have been the voice of God The bystanders claimed they saw Angels Flying up and down the block They must have
Here we go Can I get a goddamn timpany roll to start this goddamn song? Tonight, it is a goddamn song For all you goddamn people Well, the animals laugh
Laura, are you still livin' there on your estate of sorrow? You used to leave it occasionally, but now you don't even bother To ride the commuter train
There is no beginning to the story, a bookshelf sinks into the sand And a language learned and forgot, in turn is studied once again It's a shocking bit
I picked you out Of a crowd and talked to you I said, "I like your shoes" You said, "Thanks can I follow you?" So it's up the stairs and out of view No
Our love is dead but without limit Like the surface of the moon Or the land between here and the mountains Well, it is not these hiding places that have
Well, the future's got me worried Such awful thoughts My head's a carousel of pictures The spinning never stops I just want someone to walk in front And
The picture is far too big to look at kid Your eyes won't open wide enough And you are constantly surrounded By the swirling stream of what is and what
I have a friend, he is made mostly of pain And he wakes up, drives to work, and then straight back home again He once cut one of my nightmares out of
