squeeze shut those eyes, hold tight
Who'll watch after the kids? Who'll watch after the kids? Last stand of the amateur. French-fried hamburgers. Searching the memory banks. It's a cry for help. Maggots only eat the dead flesh. Praying must be done with eyes closed.
A Tale Of Woe, A Tale of Regret
All the dreams have come true. What's left now but the nightmares?
It's like being on a swing and getting pushed, but from the front. The front.
Cold and unfeeling and not quite alive. And that's just the mourners. Jellied gasoline bombs are "soft ordinance." The more I get the less I want to give.
If everything can be mine, how can it be yours? Someone will make it all okay for you.
I drop payloads from two miles up. And yet I don't feel like I'm participating fully in the campaign.
Arrows in flight. We followed your trail. Blood turned to breadcrumbs. A thousand denials of millions of lies.
When I'm eighteen I'll join the military. It hurts to look and/or talk about it. I can't look. I don't wanna go. I don't know what I want. I play my hand. I don't know what they want. I play for keeps. Keep the change. Take the dishes away. They take the dishes
I light my cigarettes with fifties
I've run out of magic dust. I always knew something was wrong with this picture.
Think about Christmas. It won't save you/us. Trapdoor spiders. Industry insiders. No really, I am interested. That's the breaks. You can heal me with a single touch.
All the fat cats in stovepipe hats. A thousand miles per second. When it rains, it really fucking pours.
A Tale Of Woe, A Tale of Regret
All the dreams have come true. What's left now but the nightmares?
It's like being on a swing and getting pushed, but from the front. The front.
Cold and unfeeling and not quite alive. And that's just the mourners. Jellied gasoline bombs are "soft ordinance." The more I get the less I want to give.
If everything can be mine, how can it be yours? Someone will make it all okay for you.
I drop payloads from two miles up. And yet I don't feel like I'm participating fully in the campaign.
Arrows in flight. We followed your trail. Blood turned to breadcrumbs. A thousand denials of millions of lies.
When I'm eighteen I'll join the military. It hurts to look and/or talk about it. I can't look. I don't wanna go. I don't know what I want. I play my hand. I don't know what they want. I play for keeps. Keep the change. Take the dishes away. They take the dishes
I light my cigarettes with fifties
I've run out of magic dust. I always knew something was wrong with this picture.
Think about Christmas. It won't save you/us. Trapdoor spiders. Industry insiders. No really, I am interested. That's the breaks. You can heal me with a single touch.
All the fat cats in stovepipe hats. A thousand miles per second. When it rains, it really fucking pours.