J'ai peur des araignees, des trapezistes, des arrieres Des vieilles histoires et des martiens Des lendemains d'soirees (mais de nous non) De la guerre
I've been away for so long that I wonder If the sound of the drums Still has its power. I've been away for so long that I wonder If the sound of the
My efforts of keeping you mine Died effortlessly tonight From Heaven I began my descent Its gates shut tight from me I'm still in heartache I feel
Energy in the sound Silence can never be Found if your around Devotion takes us Today Will be ok If we stay It will be ok Get away Get away Its true
There were two young boys with a murderous plan frustrated with their lives Evil thoughts went through their heads like a thousand knives No one thought
A failed marriage left the mother to care Love is gone but the kid s are still there A broken home has become commonplace The look of anguish on the
Bullshit is all that I hear Bullshit, it s loud and clear Bullshit is all that I m fed Bullshit, by the nose I m led Bullshit, verbal diarrhea to me
You know I ve heard it all before, I ll hear it all again I know just where I m going and I know just where I ve been I ve seen so many come and go but
There s a man over broad Casting with his fishing rod Looking for a bite Catch a meal tonight On the star broad bow The seaman know just how Trawling
My favourite type of dancing is done upon a bed Moving to the music that plays within my head Learning all the dance steps, point flex plie tendu Bending
Living in a daydream is the way some people live Stubborn in their ways, no compromise to give Locking out the real world, letting nothing in Believing
Revenge's a dish best served when it s cold I m a predator, a wolf in the fold Menace to society, a deranged psychopath I m the bastard who brings on
You make a living by being a spy Up for hire as a private eye Covert operation, tap a telephone Hack into a hard drive, you re on your own The fear of
Turbine starts, engines whine Rocket fire, you know it s blast off time Burning fuel, deadly tool Break the sky, shock wave blast, ripping fast The
[Lips, Reiner, Gyorffy, Hurd] Turbine starts, engines whine Rocket fire, you know it's blast off time Burning fuel, deadly tool Break the sky, shock
This feeling, it is deepening. The sense grows with every breath. Your win, your loss, no matter It's all in the same poor spirit, And all that's been
Lost in time, the long river of words flows through a forest, over her blinded eyes. The stream is dying the trees, waves around her frozen gist. She