I've got great plans for a better place to live by taking twice as much as I could ever give we could make a better world by burning down the whole place
I am made of parts that freeze and ligaments that atrophy Though they look they'll never see They don't know somethings wrong with me Just as well, I'
Sing with me child as my ears are bleeding Dreams that have, now seemed so fleeting And still your cradle with no effort sways Where this monochromatic
Razor blades and a bottle of pills won't make me change the way that I feel When life gave up on me, I just gave up on life it spills over your lips
we're all burning alive (burning alive). no one is special anymore (no one). your education assembly line (descending). cap and gown, i hope you're happy
My bones don't click in place When I sit on the machine Not as of late do I integrate Scarcely say what I mean This thing was built with one of my ribs
I walk the world on insect legs beneath an unforgiving sun Eat the dirt throughout my days On the dirt and dirt I come undone Messiah born in Bethlehem
welcome to mediocrity, where america's youth are ignorant lemmings, i have no sense of self or individuality, i am what they want me to be, i am ordinary
I was looking for you when I first heard the sirens The ambulances filled the streets The masses screamed and called for help You were no where next to
It turns my stomach every night like scattering bats in disrupted flight the idea of ideas and tired points to pierce the skin little children lining
Well it's way too late, baby the talons of cynicism are already buried in my brain when "do as I say, not as I do" is the broken glass that I drag my
welcome to a dead end, a wall stronger than you could ever imagine, a breeze of things remembered only cuts like the desperation, that gasps and gives
what does a man gain for his labor under the sun? generations come and generations go... all streams flow to the sea, yet the sea is never full, all things
When you close your eyes even your eyelids are beautiful for so long there have been traces of you in blood vessels inside my skull that coarse you eagerly
Murder, seizing my arm, to puppeteer direction to kiss these sweet sinful lips of my demise I want to drive nails into the hands of my will, and trade
If I start writing you a letter tonight I'll be writing for hours It doesn't seem like I can say anything Unless it's everything. If it could ever find
baby you know there's few things that can make me care, i'm already dead, i'm wasting away, i'm in love with my despair, so tonight, lady hold on tight
It is so that my transgressions have born a withered fruit The sun has scorched the rising plans, alas they have no root The bleached bones of animals
