wielded jaws, the bones and the scales, the forgotten lore The calm of the night, lighting the flame In the night when they haunt the curtain shall fall Heroes
Shut up if you want to get paid. What's your option? Cold corruption or starvation Buckets for bullet wounds There are no doctors, only victims, only
I waited for you watching you sleep; machines were beating for you. Dolled up in white, wrapped in tubes; you wore them so gracefully. Angels and demons
Count backwards from ten, and you'll see the change. Except in you're heart, it's sadly the same If you were the Queen, who would you choose for a king
Darkness spends it lonely wings on the high horizons of our hopes and dreams. As long shadows grow, now they're fading, in the twilight of our hopeful
Wake the dead. Serial sleepers slay with words unsaid. Sleep, with the light on. And keep the loneliness away; I feel the darkness anyway. And I, wish
And I don't want to spend this Friday night, like I had to spend last Friday night; dying by the record machine. All day cigarettes, all day entertain
Don't bother to show integrity, it never sells on the market. Chain all the world down. Don't fuss with your creativity, they never asked for an artist
No, I don't want you back. But I don't want you with him. No, I don't love you still, I hate him so though. Guess I'm off the hook if you're not my victim
Find the bold fused in the bone Grinding, pulling All this machinery was never gonna let you go Binding, owning Break to heal, and heal he will Fragile
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You want a genocide? We can avert our eyes tonight You keep us entertained We'll overlook your bloodstained hands Money for gasoline Is money for a vaccine
Hold loosely to my hand cuz it's a long, long road, And you don't know and I don't know where it goes or where it ends. It's a long, long road. You'
Up the stairs and down the hall. To your door and through the wall. Sorry that I never called. I can't loose you, cuz you're my only one. I can't loose
Shut up if you want to get paid. What's your option? Cold corruption or starvation Buckets for bullet wounds There are no doctors, only victims,
I don't want to spend this Friday night Like I had to spend last Friday night I don't want to spend this Friday night Dying by the record machine All
hold loosely to my hand cause it's a long long road and you don't know and i don't know where it goes. or where it ends. it's a long long road. you've
