Where do the dreams of babies go 'Cause you know they're all so good And they're also gone so fast Keep all the guns at home Help keep your momma safe
I was only nineteen the morning you were born With your hair fine and red and your eyes like my own Barely a woman with only a song I sang to keep you
It is very quiet here--so still I don't live here--I live down the hill On this winter's afternoon The distant sun--it slowly swings the room around This
Nascency of evil Money genuflect Inner mind excresence Depraving object Dollar paranoia Dominance of hate Enchanting like a drug They need it desperate
One thought, needless to say The actions do repay Someone out there filthy minded Is digging up graves of the hated To strike them again Blow away the
Dark clouds of chaos Summons the king of fear Forces of Agharthi come forth Behold the Sumerian tears The abbey of dark where Awaiting the stormy sea
We hide behind what we create, but this time the product shall consume and shit us back to what we once were
Hopeless, the terrified, you're petrified, it's time to die I vomit in the face of the faithful, the misled, the ignorant The ones who are truly dangerous
Used to be the fastest thing in this whole town Was a red Corvette with the top rolled down But next to you on Blackhawk Hill Makes that look like it
Time for flying rockets For silver jets For surfing bombs Surfing on a rocket Don't pray to go Please take my hand Don't get me down Surfing on
Verse 1: You?ve marched To your pomp and your circumstance Bravely You?re starched you?re a formal affair and I Can?t breathe You?re smart you know all
I won't say anymore I won't say anything across the bridge on Abbott Strip there lives a man with atlas grip windows covered single mattress on friday
Nobody knows what's gonna happen now Sold all nine daughters and traded all the cows Salute the 21st century dreamers as we wake up in a jail cell Let
Hid his car in the back Payed a kid to watch his glass don't crack See him greeted by his made up name in the stairwell of his favorite parkade He prays
Some days are gonna be diamonds some days are just gonna be stones Some days the reaper isn't looking so grim some days the past is the only mine that
I can't sit through this, no way Get your face out of my face Take who you heard I am and times it by a thousand again I can't sit through this no more
Nobody warns you Nobody even cares Nobody warns you Take it from me, take it from me", he says Making sure he wasn't looking back with nothing to say
Examine these scribbles and half of it's drivel I sorta went apeshit You somehow still make it so mellow and to that I say hello Examine these facial