Someday I'll feel no pain Someday I won't have a brain They'll take away the part that hurts and let the rest remain Fix me Fix my head Fix me please
In the middle of the side of the road I'm a cynical baby So your god fell in love with the war Well he's only your god I'm the first male lesbian I
Tomorrow will be another part of yesterday And yesterday will be another part of the day before Wait, I hear another song insomnia About the days I
Hate is what I feel for you, And I want you to know that I want you dead. You're late for the execution... If you're not here soon, I'll kill your friend
If you keep losing sleep over other lovers If you keep losing me you?re gonna be bored If you?re up chimney sweep under rubble covers If you keep counting
I wanted to be friends with her too So my relationships could be the same as yours I hated everyone just like you Hating you should be introduced as
Ohh, you can lead a throne, But I'm something you don't own. No... Greed is a sin, so don't lead me in, ohh... Ohh, you can leave me out, Leave me
Gonna be a liar? Lie to me Yeah Gonna be a while? Lie to me Yeah
Have you ever been lost Floating on the ground Like a fading frost You?ve fallen asleep Next to your bed And you feel so low Oh they?ve stolen your
Thrust the candle to the dark of your disease Burn the fishplate execute ill memories Labyrinth of sympathy in which I'm lost and can't leave And
I can't release you, You're a mad man, Need help to, Madman, Madman You're tied to alcohol, It starts to take its toll, Madman, Madman Oh, Madman, Mad
London's burning! All across the town, all across the night Everybody's driving with full headlights Black or white turn it on, face the new religion
Floating away fading away again fall from your arms find my feet again you're coming down you're coming round again facing your eyes I'll find my way
We're not the first, I hope we're not the last 'Cause I know we're all heading for that adult crash The time is so little, the time belongs to us Why
Here we sit in tombstones in the mud, like it?s where we want to be. It?s impossible to feel sacred in this lie, in this aerial fantasy. Now that the
There's gonna be a new race Kids are gonna start it up I'm gonna mutate Kids are saying yeah hup Yeah, Hup! We're really gonna punch you out Yeah, Hup
Millionaire say Got a big shot deal And thrown it all away but But I'm not too sure How I'm supposed to feel Or what I'm supposed to say But I'm not
Laying lost and wounded Just myself to blame Have no life and Being hand-fed pain Head's a crying wasteland Filled with shame Cried for help before