Raised up on Midwestern dreams Only a few shall get what everyone shall need I took my family's burden and strapped it to my chest Few hundred bucks and
We keep thinking life is what it's not We keep building this impossible facade Why do we keep trying to turn people into gods? When God is in the people
You can't take a trip, if you don't first say goodbye You can't find a star, if you don't look up in the sky You can't find a light, if you don't know
When I think of how you know me No doubts, no thinking twice When your smile can be so soothing A familiar paradise When there's no one else That makes
A mother was grieving her loss, her soldier the ultimate cost She went to the man who's been told that he's a king Waited outside of his compound to ask
I'm sending out a message to myself So that when I hear it on the radio I will know that I am fine I will know that I am love I warned myself of the
How come there's so many people willing to suffer? So they get up and suffer every day They think they were put on this Earth to suffer And by God they
All the people in your hometown When you were just a teen Said that you were pretty Like in the magazine And so you left your hometown To try out for
God loves you My God loves me A suffering soul on the way to the Kingdom of Heaven Prayed in the dark, death to the infidel He strapped on his desperate
We do our best, we stay in step As time goes marching by But there's something wrong We don't start living until we almost die Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah And
Some people try to keep somethin' alive After it's gone after it dies They try all kinds of things like takin' off rings Swappin' of keys, seein' who
I believe that if I work hard enough I will see that there can be enough And I believe I can think clear enough To conceive a place where there's enough
All there is, is atoms and space Everything else is illusion
Ollie told me, I'm a fool So I walked on down the road a mile Went to the house that brings a smile Sat upon my grandpa's knee And what do you think he
La noche vela a inocentes que jamas despertaran. Vicios nocturnos de terror humanos recobraran vida. Se abren las puertas de mi mas cruel pesadilla. Me
Few creatures of the night Have captured our imagination, like vampires What explains our enduring fascination with vampires? What is it about the vampire
I'm not looking for someone to talk to, I've got my friends, I'm more than OK, I've got more than a girl could wish for, I live my dream, But it's not
When the warmth of the day becomes the night Who could sleep beneath a strange moonlight? No guiding star So far from home Walked the way o' promise