Envy of, a sense of true identity, a sign of confidence to see. Because when she said "I love that music, too," she meant, "Only as long as you want me
I said, ?Why do I always Have to spell it out from you?? Your story is always changing We change it to hide the pain And when the truth rears its ugly
Inequity solace, in your driven sate Seize your right to earn the same, she wants it How long must we wait before they take our side? Sordid Practice,
It's built Up inside You're on The verge of exploding Self less Enough to say I meant what I said And I'm not even sorry What is to get? It'd simple
I'm on the inside I'm on your side And each thought stings I can't think straight It's overflowing It's overflowing It's coming down It's overflowing
Taken to the brink of something Something, but we can't know what To wait, to want, it's so bad, and Try something, and moving to slow To get where you
A thorn in my side, and you live just to pull me down Rusted nail, I stepped on this infection Thorn in my side You're full, I think so of anger You
Turn your face down, it's your chance to meet the man When you saw that, the nightstick hit his head Saw it fall, on his skull, you heard the sound that
Treating your days like a countdown Seconds pass by, waiting just to blow up And you get nothing done And this is what you want Lost touch and You turn
To stand the test of time, to stand alone To be without the glue that keeps us glued together And feeling so excrement able It only goes to show you
Give someone some piece of your mind Shine it, shine what you've been assigned Has your identity sold out? Sit in the back and make no sound This earth
Meant to refuse, but just smash the whole gate down. Tried for the truth, but just, lied when it really mattered. Anywhere, that your going. Anytime,
Waist down, deep tied, now it?s chest high Pressure pours down from the top down, all sides Something seeps down, inside You can?t suppress when it?s
I was so sincere. I see more clearly now. I, trust new friends just like, I can throw them. Fading traces of a, future leader. A summer squatting, I know
Delusional, I'm not impressed You want to tell me so bad Who is on your guest list tonight But I don't care Save it for one of your other friends Or
I was so sincere, I see more clearly now I trust new friends just like I can throw them Fading traces of a future leader A summer squatting, I know I
I'm closer to the Golden Dawn Immersed in Crowley's uniform Of imagery I'm living in a silent film Portraying Himmler's sacred realm Of dream reality
those nights disappeared like words written in the sand and we think it makes us better off and then we laughed about the loss but there's a thousand