She never leaves the neighborhood, She's a good judge of character, I see her once in a while when I go by the uptown, She says "Take care baby, take
Your guns, your uniforms, your badges, in my eyes they brand you a fascist. For everything you've ever done I hope one day the tables are turned on you
builds character... Our blind obedience and willing to accept their regulations cannot lead anywhere else but to the destruction of our own individuality Our constitution says that obedience builds character
for you. You were my best friend You were my lover. You were my mentor. You were my brother. You were my partner. You were my teacher. You were my very own sympathetic character
You have sold my confidence Now my soul is broken You just told the perfect lie. I will not recover The perfect demon. The perfect fit The perfect reason
think from where at that your just a blur you might think your far away but i still feel your sting I think you want to trade but you have no character
I'm sorry that i put you off i should have been more careful with the words i used towards you but know i know i' ve lost you and i can't go another
You look at me and ask why? it couldn't be you well it could never be but i think you knew from the past we shared so damn selfish no fuckin cares
At the time it was all you wanted and it looked as if things were moving on But something changed you either grew and grew to fast Oh something
It's not the same as it was yesterday it used to be so different when things were less confined how could it be like it was yesterday i thought it
You've tried it all and still come up with nothing You always get back something more i see that will but there's no way i can understand what you
We've been lost but someone found what was once so strong it didn't fade on it's own it was thrown away and some look at what, what they have now
I'd trade the earth for what it's worth. a corrupted bag of dirt. i'd rather live a life of hurt than fix a world that'll never work. guilt's something
bother me today You better check if it's me In that ''coffin'' of yours Or just the one The one you thought you knew I am one Who am I? No character
It comes from all we're giving In seemingly endless supply As signals cross defiantly Into this volatile mix we charge And the stubborn mind repeats
You are all that matters In my private demonology Those who fate(?) us now The sons of wishes The bastard child of dream Enemies of hope Let it be gone
It's all this reeking ego craves The sun to never set Why do threads of anger never linger? Why does the ember turn to stone? To where the longing goes
Insufficient facts Make up for a frail foudation Breeding the obscene For the opinion Customized Is the insight null and substance void upon these wheels
