Testi:
Junkyard

with his paper cut hiss. she couldn't breathe, she couldn't speak as faceless vampires bled the rosy from her cheeks. scene one, enter junkyard j: the

up guitars Making one last appearance in a heap of old cars Brambles and weeds flourishing amongst Lines of empty bottles and rambling drunks Junkyard

All my junky friends are getting straight jobs Trading in their hearts for second place Everybody on this planet is lost I feel like Bill Wilson broke

I can't take what's going on With my friends and family I can't take what's going on Baby, with you and me I'm sorry for the things I've done I

Can i open up my heart You can't hear this sound I can tell you never cared About yourself When i open up my heart You can't hear this sound And

Hold on dear Let me wipe away your weeping eyes I love you Even in a wind thats cold as ice No rule can make you stay My soul can make you stay

Don't want to be your airplane Flying you around the world Giving you something to believe After your dreams have gone to bed Seeing mama's marmalade

No religion is going to cure you of your pain Life is a terminal condition And we almost repeat it's aura frame You're still the same Oh how much

Have you always been a refugee Going back from where you came And even though you are much older now In your heart you feel the same Tell me how you