I don't sit alone 'cause I got you Making trunks through these woods I gonna get my blues, just holding snacks Dropping these tabs a hero comes This
Come on by my side Come on, both sides Come on by my side Come on, both sides "Step out of the shadows", said the children to their state You create
No map, lookin' for the one I love 'Cause the one I love is here No map, lookin' for the one who stands 'Cause he's armin' me from fear He got tuned
Too messed up, I should have followed you Where did you get that smile and the fine hair? I get my kicks from your walkin' I should have gone, I should
Silence in the yard Doberman's asleep You never have to lay your head down here Watch them disappear The truth is they never had no future They never
Seek & destroy all you have 'Cos I know From free of fears and my tears 'Cos you know And all I have now Is being here with you Seek & destroy all you
Pick demons up set demons free Issue my fire on the weakened liar Last [Incomprehensible] in town, set to burn it down I summoned you to the aftermath
Shoot the runner, shoot, shoot the runner I'm a king and she's my queen Shoot the runner, shoot, shoot the runner I'm a king and she's my queen Dream
Sun rise light flies Sun rise light flies Sun rise light flies Sun rise light flies Sweet Sunday morning Lets the nightmares come alive I bet tomorrow
This song goes out To all the hopeless sinners With grave allegiances So meaningless and vain The walking wounded In a pageant of contenders Who balance
Somewhere high in the desert near a curtain of a blue St. Anne's skirts are billowing But down here in the city of the lime lights The fans of Santa Ana
Maybe it?s too late for intellectual debate But a residue of confusion remains All changin' with the times And you better make up your minds Are the average
Here we go now No one here can show you where it is but I can point to a sign On the roof of the world without apparent design The frozen definition
"Drop dead, it doesn't matter" she said "It only hurts when I laugh" she said Sometimes it's never a crime To spend the day in bed She made certain that
Strikin' at mental apparitions Like a drunk on a vacant street Silently beset by the hands of time Indelicate in its fury An aberrant crack as skeletons
There's a prophet on a mountain And he's making up dinner With long division and writing crop Anybody can feel like a winner When it's served up piping
The road is narrow, the horizon wide And to say what's waiting on the other side Is so rewarding and the ultimate prize But what good is something if
The quickening Is an ephemeral thing That only happens in the dark Like catching lightning in jar And the pain that it brings Is just the promise of