Another spark has set you off and I don't know the way The person of the satellite that tracks us night and day Ah, but it takes us longer Ah, but it
Red letters on the dashboard, oh what a gap They pursue us to the deep end and then depart Watch as the cracks in the wall feel pain For only patterns
If I could set you free and give you what you need Then all my energy is lost If I divide our time and give you half of mine Then all my energy is lost
The sirens own the call They call when you are gone The sirens talk a lot And I talk back, too From the back of my head To the back of my neck And you
A friend, the only friend who whispers in your ear Just to say good luck and that is all you need to hear I wrap up cold so when I march on my bare heels
I lost my control today Something came and ate it away Tears trickle down your face As quickly as it comes, it escapes Now you, you'll never get this
Sometimes I rush to get right to the end I know I'll get to this place when I feel the time is right And sometimes I think that I know what I'm all about
I see so little time My eyes are crossed, my hands are tied All I wanna do is to breathe in I never see a passer-by My skin is cold, it's turned to ice
I wanna take a walk, rain cloud, coat on And the wind is blowing from the south I wanna climb a rock from bottom to top And nothing's getting left behind
Once again stripping 'Cause the heat walkin' on my feet Makes me tired and my own cause is too great When I steal it for myself And that's what brings
You can find it anywhere, under the sun You can find it in your heart if you look hard You can know your way around and be lonely You can tear us all
I'm waitin' for hell, like hell, shit, I'm anxious as hell Manson, you're safe in that cell, thankful is jail I used to be my mommy's little Angel at twelve At thirteen
by bayonette To escape the twin maker's cabinet I was born in between 11:59 and 12 which 12 falls into thirteen Prepare the barricades for the running
, life leaves blood upon the sill The dream you keep dreaming is better than the life you lead The papers run out a day and thirteen hours before the
you late? Na, na, na, na, na, na, so slow Positivity, yes Na, na, na, na, na, na, so slow Can a boy who drops out at school At thirteen years of
Connections of Macros-manic animals Caves of sleek stature, once sabbatical Once bring drama I'm bright on harrowing lava Within the Plexus from my anatomical It gets darker A sense
life itself Everything I do, hazardous to my health I got the witch on my back to catch a heart attack Common sense on over, common sense I lack I got