on idle, A lot of them say, "Obey your colorist, Bleach it all away Free reign, good rest Break, every brunette in the way When we're full on idle
do you're in the halls the bell gives way to a larger swell without my heart what can I do, oh wroclai and we grow fat on the charms of our idle dreary
In the dark emptiness My soul bleeds pain Through the suffering Life is drained To release the anger Anger that builds Violent screams of victims Are
full on idle, A lot of them say, "Obey your colorist, Bleach it all away Free reign, good rest Break, every brunette in the way When we're full on idle
I wish I could silence this voice in my head. My misery loves me, my discontent. Breaking and burning, grasping at lies. All these twisted tales that
says we all make mistakes but i'm not like you people i know better than to waste my time on idle pursuits, idle pursuits won't get you nowhere idle pursuits, idle
The day is dark and the sky has opened. No fire to light the path. No fire to light the path. No water to clean bloody hands. It's too dark to see. You
Oh god, why have you forsaken me? I knew you sent me an angel, but no one told me it was the angel of death. The muse of my self destruction, the muse
I would kill you to keep you forever. Your murder would bind us together. Your head is my trophy, your heart is my keepsake. This is not an expression
I wish I had a crowbar and a brick, so I could use the brick to drive the crowbar into your skull. Then I would rip that out and start bashing your lifeless
The air is full of your breath and sweat and the pressure is choking me like your hands on my throat. Gather 'round me, now. Gather 'round me once again
the show we can't chant no authority so i shut my mouth and just do what the police tell me. what the fuck will change? when all your threats are idle
My idle hands- There's nothing I can do But be the Devil's plaything, baby And know that I've been used Her lips are cold They suffer me They drag me
forever I?d be the heartthrob of the tweens Vegas lives inside my veins Dating Britney is my dream (so watch yourself) American idle Cash and style Tell me what I?m worshipping American idle
You come through for me and you swallow truth for me Now we wait for You, to define What I found to be real Did you really think you knew me? You hang
Stuck on a feeling I'm high on believing That you've come back again This Indian summer A snowfall in June Show up uninvited I'm leaving with you soon
This evening I am wasting borrowed time This evening I'm your restless alibi Believe me You can trust me when I lie Decieve me You're put to rest through
Did you think it was over Before it could even begin Did you think that I held you For too long And wore my welcome thin Did you know I was watching