i will be broken oh oh oh severed i was half down on your floor like nothing's wrong when they finally broke down the door i heard that song thought
Blew the dust off a wooden box And set it on the piano Nasty words came from its mouth The bite marks were to follow I should have given it away Now I
the reasons come around, gotta make it down town, theres a splinter in the corner of my eye... the suitcase on the stairs isn't going anywhere and the
this time the glove is latex this time the suit is white new life has found a place it's laid eggs in someone's eyes Hook: i want control even when you
Coming back from surgery, Coming up on seventeen, Some kind of plasty or maybe a lobotomy. Coming back from surgery, Coming up on seventeen, I don't
Sick i'm walking. tick. I?m talking. Down the street and I?m sick Of the talk of the trick that?s every time we meet But. Oh, I don?t know why. Oh
barely a secret rest in metal anxiously do sit and fix it hope the lock fits with her key Bridge: and there's just one more thing to fake before you
Please don't look at me that way There's a train that leaves tonight He's the one who'll look just like you He's the one who'll take your place
I want to be your valentine I want to spike your milk with wine I want to make the others cry With your fading shadow Promise you'll stay awake tonight
Maybe if I, Don't move an inch, The pinchers will go easy, Can't circulate or regulate the random bits and pieces, Is it over, (Wrapped up tight), Rafters
Why could't you be a little more like some one esla Sign bathroom walls empty stalls and blue hotels I like when you burn me for the bad things that
Sick I'm walking Tick I'm talking Down the street and I'm sick of the talk of the trick that's every time we meet but Oh, I don't know why (oh, i don'
Little ones They scream like bunnies Probably something you Said about a faceless head A mirror locked in a room You wonder what it did There's a crack
This time the glove is latex This time the suit is white New life has found a place It's laid eggs in someone's eye Would I still want control? Even
Bullet on the tracks Bullet bullet bullet Please don't come around I've got to make it downtown There's a splinter in the corner of my eye The suitcase
On my breaking _ _ _ _ _ You're like rust I'm falling apart tonight Blunt so you mean it Slice it even just to see What shade's the middle? Was it faded
Sick. I?m walking Tick? I?m talking. Down the street and I?m sick Of the talk of the ?trick? that?s every time we meet But. Oh, I don?t know why Blinking