In simple English, this is truth so see if this makes sense to you under the guise of Jesus Christ beneath the vibe and all the lights they lie, these
Imagine you held so tight your best friend left him to fly and never could reach him Standing at the peak where two waves meet Are you just behind the
Staring at the shoreline wishing for some hope the weight of empty fishing nets is more than twisted rope And underneath stern faces they wait with baited
To all the farsighted the sky?s never been so clear hello to the hopeful goodbye to the full of fear Glorious Luminous Chorus: (The rockets are burning
This seems too big for me hulking monstrosity too late to get out now And like the speed of sound this thing has brought me down I don?t remember how
I fell asleep with my clothes on Dropped my keys on the front lawn Waking up I watch the drool a-gleaming from my mouth to the carpet it is streaming
She?s so cool it?s almost erie she?s so fine I lost all hope Genetical testing something has gone wrong she should get back in her cage before they
Today all the sources would agree that the day of their death was a cold dark day Scuttled ships have blocked the sea and the pallid light of morning
Watching Mrs. Brady prime the brand new Kenmore washer see the brilliant gleam of the automatic tooth flosser Beautiful the china, what a lovely cup
Making young girls pine I don?t have the time Babies get in line I?ve got a protractor Got a stapler now it goes ?Ka-ching? gotta have the math club
Billie Holiday on the radio my sluggish heart is beating seven beats too slow another sad song and another shot of blue cold and unconcerned are anything
Into mass graves we?ve shoveled lives a massive pipeline for the lies a past so vast with genocide and ignorance we hide behind You say that we are done
Watching Mrs. Brady prime the brand new Kenmore washer Beautiful the china, what a lovely cup and saucer see the brilliant gleam of the automatic tooth
Imagine you held left him to fly so tight your best friend and never could reach him Standing at the peak where two waves meet Peering like a flower never
Billie Holiday on the radio my sluggish heart is beating seven beats too slow cold and unconcerned are anything but new another sad song and another shot
This seems too big for me hulking monstrosity this thing has brought me down too late to get out now And like the speed of sound I dont remember how I
Staring at the shoreline wishing for some hope the weight of empty fishing nets is more than twisted rope And underneath stern faces while they wait with