The blood is rushing to my head This room is spinning 'round the bed A flashing image perforates; tarnish this memory's embrace A bursting firey fortune
Fight these eyes, They're drawing you, inside. Sign the name in marker, Watch the clouds as they got darker. Felt it start to slip away. All the schemes
Forgive all my sins I know I come with them I know what will happen When I take reason for loss of control A call to arms With ? and scars With
I've looked you right in the face And I have told the worst lies I've put my arms around you And felt nothing at all I've stolen tasteless bread I've
Fighting tears, trembling voice straight to my ear A moment I'll never forget Someone I love, telling me someone I love Had just been called to his reward
We live to kill each other We are the wealthy and the poor We shout but we don't listen All we want is more Shut the door You're letting the darkness
We'll keep calm and carry on, With good intentions. They'll prescribe the rights and wrongs, Until we're perfect. So maybe one day we'll be safe, In
(You! You! ) The artist's palette falls, The paint is spilled with blood. Someone shot him down, Left him without a soul. His body's laid to rest and
Save the Value from itself! (another empty bottle) Probably one to accept yourself! (and now you cannot swallow) all your pride you fall asleep alone
It's so familiar to me a gun in your hand, a hole in my chest and now you strike a match and inhale it's now to the points where it's all so routine
I'm the setting sun behind the trees, The saddest one you've seen. I've been burning holes and breaking dreams, And I regret it. I'm fixing things I'
possible line you face so when you push me down the well will you even call for help? You'll tell everyone you know you tried to rescue me yourself And
In a lighthouse by the sea, at the 33rd degree, you'll make me feel so special and free. But there's something in the air, turning stutters into stares
We'll keep calm and carry on With good intentions They'll prescribe the rights and wrongs Until we're perfect So maybe one day we'll be safe In control
The artist's palette falls The paint is spilled with blood Someone shot him down Left him without a soul His body's laid to rest And underground he'll