Hazel, dirty-blond hair I wouldn't be ashamed to be seen with you anywhere You got something I want plenty of Ooh, a little touch of your love Hazel,
You have not seen the last of me I'm breeding thorns I'll follow your footsteps down below I will trust all my instincts and bring it home Does it appeal
I'm right here, can you taste the glory? It's safe to say that you don't know me, end of story I am falling behind, I am losing my mind You won't help
Oh, on the phone No, not grapevine Ti- tinted(ta- tattletale) And on the phone Tinted (x4) Eight ball (x4) Oh, on the phone No, not grapevine Ti- tinted
Youth of today aren't happy and gay, hostile, volatile only concerned with style. Home alone so they act grown. Who's the baby-sitter since your parents
[Originally performed by Bloodthorn] Drops of new gleaming In the flesh new morning light My body cold and trembling I've left the safty of the night
People love you everywhere you go Hazel. Children cross the street to say hello, Hazel. You charm every Romeo and Casanova, It's your personality
Falling into obscure demise Ripping death confronts their eyes Born as a freak in decrepit birth Ignorance prevails, buried in earth I seem contorted
Drops of new gleaming In the flesh new morning light My body cold and trembling I've left the safty of the night I sit here on the ground By my side there
This is it, hey, oh yeah I can't remember when I met you You had all of my homies talkin' 'bout you And I thought it'd be cool if I got at you So we
Hold on to your dear life And everything you ever were And pray to god For him to save your soul While I praise for pain Enough to drive you insane You
Staring down into the depths Subconscious has taken my life Breathing this foul and dank air Eyes cannot penetrate the light No room to panic or move
Family faces make us look so happy Weekend talks about the dictionary Stop the clocks, get back in your box There's so much more to do The hourly news
Evil dwells within the inner sanctum of the mind. Each person has a = piece of the puzzle locked inside. It only takes the right key to = open the subconscious
Eulogy inscribed in the scrolls of humanity. Ancient scriptures of predicted demise. A world encased in the womb of it's ignorance. = Extinction will
The beginning of sorrow has come. You cannot build but can destroy with what is left on earth. Damage, now permanent, is yet enhanced day by day by unstoppable
The servant of the higher power is summoned by the emptiness of the = lost souls. With wings extended, it sweeps across the land looking = for it=B9s
I sit as tomorrow I die and today I will unburden my soul. These =events have tortured me, and destroyed me. I can still hear her =faint screams engulfed