streaming And the rockets red glare, the bombs bursting in air Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there Oh, say does that star-spangled banner
for revenge He leads the legions of the dead Towards the Aesir's realm They march in full battle dress With faces grim and pale Tattered banners and
Red moons rise below in the valley of shadowed crypts Lunar winds take me above on feathers of black mists Centuries I waited for my knighthood to
you spurn my natural emotions you make me feel like dirt - and that hurts and if i start a commotion i run the risk of losing you - and that's worse
Cracked paint, faded signs, she said "I'm done I feel a lot like this town I'm so rundown Did the job but it up and died I've got to find something new
Lean my forehead against the window glass, it bends the lights that drip. Inside, spent days roaming room to room with instincts un-applied. September
You're nothing new here You're just a bleeder who got thrown into this mess So stop pretending you know anything Double your fists up Grit your teeth
Daylight in the east over Thunder Bay. You laugh like you're crazy. Wading through a drowsy communique as I blow smoke off the second floor. Scribble
Counting lines that cross my face and moving objects into place. I'll never make it through so I'll make a deal with you - let me drink you wine and
So where did August go? The leaves are shriveled up and dead. What started yellow has turned to grey. I turned you red. I was suffocating so I took
Settle in 'cause the road going West go drowned. A river's running though this town. It picks me up that for a few more days you'll stick around 'cause
The boards, they bounce up and down in an abandoned house. Amps exploding, and our ears bleed red - but we yell out every note. In the kitchen you tell
A look at your it hurts, I can't deny that. It makes all the blood and bones melt right out of my knees when you speak. A picture so perfect - it's framed
Another day, it's poetry. Write it, spill my heart out to her - but I'm no writer. Just bad rhymes and some confused sentiment. It was love, she's done
Let's get reborn tonight like a phoenix in bar lights. Burn up, plans don't seem so crazy. They all look clear through the cloudy beer. We can rise
What's wrong? What's right? Who cares? Not when you're living in strange nights and sleeping through strange days. Plot lines and motives twist up;
"If I could hit rewind," Jackie said, "I'd like to see what it'd be like to take a different road that didn't wind up in a dull suburban life. 'Cause
Today you looked alright, but forcing smiles has to be painful. what's the point in speeding to red lights? We both know this ain't what you were made
