I don't think i've seen Something like that I'm preety sure that I haven't tired that I'm ready for everything that Drives me hungry It's not about
Verse 1: The monkey knows how you'll react Creating want by holding back Some reverse pyromanic Let me try baby - try Verse 2: I propped my window
Be silent And listen The summer night has got something to say Honey be silent And listen A little whisper like a preacher would pray Honey be silent
(From "Ruby & The Rockits") You thought I was sweet, Thought I was good. Said all the lines they thought I should, When did I change. Why'd I die, make
Getting everything is easy for you Fail for anything is something you can't do If it doesn't work in the way you want it for You start dreaming until
Getting in the heat Coming with the beat And I love what I feel Hard and heavy And I'm moving on and on 'cause my life is on the run Now I feel the
Fade out the candlelight Look at the shadows on the walls Just follow your heart You've waited long enough Don't turn me down and say you won't
(Public Domain) Angels we have heard on high Sweetly singing o'er the plain And the mountains in reply Echoing their joyous strain [Chorus:] Gloria
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Open your eyes so I can see you die! Your last whisper, tell me your last desire! Don't pray for your life Look in my eyes my spite! I am the night
I have no disposition to breathing through tubes I have no problem mouthing off to assholes like you And I swear to myself I will not be dragged down
Cut lip and black eyes I'm beat down, I'm paralyzed And I'm not sure I can cope with it Free mind with free time I'll admit I despise All of the world
Read back old love letters I'm a heart attack, I'm a taste of bad weather I sleep through the day with the best of intentions I cancel my plans and she
I feel alive every time I look into your eyes And I've burning in your atmosphere like light to flies And I can tell with eyes wide open Every time
Your ignorance will consume you! Breath kid the ice has come And it's frozen all the words on your spitfire tongue Can you suffer alienation or detach
I watched the color fly right out me as my heart was shot to bits Must have a bullseye on my back because there arrows never miss And every single fucking
It's this constant fight that keeps me at my senses Another hit, another weekend Night by night it?s the same old antics Destructive ways without destructive
Tiptoe around it, your psycho-babble bullshit Know what you are, a papercut a battlescar The hollowed out husk of a once burning brightly star Live