sun does shine Let us stay here with curtains drawn In darkness you'll be mine Let's wait for the blackout The light is too bright Let's wait for the blackout
It's 2 A.M. and I'm not asking too much else tonight So I light a cigarette And watch the flame burn to my fingers as I think and reflect On the years
Close the door, turn off the light You'll never see the bloodshot eyes Cause you never come around The pictures that had lined the halls I smashed and
It's frightening How you can see the changes happening When they move so fast And lightning Except the odds are growing These lonely times will strike
Locked down and alienated, confused and complicated Now it seems you still have my heart Shot down and unaccepted Sometimes i get the feeling everything
16 kid and just in the scene But you've learned you have to play their games Sold out through the chemical route because its easier to pass the blame
We built this up together on a shaky ground Before too long it started crumbling down So I got out before the whole thing hit the floor But you knew
She sits at home and tries to remember all the days when everybody said nothing could bring her down Now she's found that she can't stand the site of
I've been driving this road for the third straight day These are thoughts from the past not to pick my brain And now I feel I'm screaming to the world
Chalk it up to the public's request for a style that they just don't understand Chalk it up to the difference between the industries supply and demand
There's something buried deep between these lines that you will never see It's something that they don't want us to figure out Were suffocating under
1871 was the year underneath an October sky When a windy city man had set out with a plan to set a fire but nobody knows why So Pegleg headed out back
Well lately It seems i've wasted every single opportunity To get this right And maybe It's all because the inspiration That's inside of me Has been denied
Walking by your house I wonder if your home Then I see the light turn on And I think I should go A place where I can stay And think about the days That
The conversation died last night On the heels of another fight And you had so much more to say And now my telephone is blind I put my final on rewind
We ain't got time for nothing but hardcore Take us to the stage for the televised encore There's too much future to get out of the way They're not gonna
a little bit more painful bodily traction To heal the wounds of future shrine Pulling off your very own Michael Jackson It's like being alive in formaldehyde Vanity Fair Blackout
fear you or should I just let go? Blackout. I've gotta know where you're from, What you're trying to tell me, I don't know. Blackout. Now this moment
