I start with a simple question, "What is Love?" Is it a state of mind, or an emotion? This blood soaked love letter shows I'd rather die They will pay
Awake from the bark of the trees splintered so long ago Become the opposite of choice by hacking rationality to pieces Become the opposite of choice
Your eyes fade to black, your words fall to dust, your eyes fade to black as I walk away (x2) These streets are empty we must form a milita People revolt
not People-they try to mock the rightous In turn they will be slain Bleach me into the color you wish (x2) You're out of touch and out of key Bleach
not People-they try to mock the rightous In turn they will be slain Bleach me into the color you wish (x2) You're out of touch and out of key Bleach me
I will strike the chord That?s honey to your ears All that?s sweet is yours I will hum a verse Of melodies rehearsed All that?s sweet is yours So here
All I know Is that this falling star will die For a moment light the sky And lead me home I don't know Why this task has been so hard We've spent out
I got you And that's enough To get through I found ways to second guess the best ones Doesn't have to go that far Doesn't have to go that far Finally
You got me dreamin' in color I refuse to think any other way Gotta' get it straight Before it gets too late Bring back Bring back the baseline
You haven't said a single thing The whole way home The air is thick from awkward silence So you turn up the radio, And I don't think I've got to
I'm scared I might be burning out Before you know it I'm gonna' blow it You say it might be turning around Before you know it, I'm gonna' blow it I guess
Hold up, hold on I think this thing has gone too far And now I'm stuck in the middle And it's falling apart I can't wait to get some sunny weather That
Just suppose this old car sputtered down the road Just suppose this old car--It refused to go Wouldn't you hope that someone would care enough to stop
Cheesy moon boy throw your space rocks all around. Your friend balloon boy is tangled, can't get unwound. You find it funny, meanwhile he squirms around
Stop what you're doing I don't think it's becoming of you To treat your friends like that And all you've been saying Man it's driving me right up the
I wish that I was Floyd Cramer I'd pound out a country song A cowboy, his keyboard A Country Western Star That's not where I belong No that's not where
The world is drained, marked me like Cain. Entered the fane of worldly sane. I worshipped me, but now I'm free. My life's a gift from him, to him I
I remember the first time that I met you. Everything that I heard of you was true. I was a child of mud, I was the child of sod. Call me the son of
