One for the money in the car I drive Two for the girls who are passing by Three for the house on the hills outside Four for the guys and the wild fly
I've been hiding, hiding for so long Right behind my digital mask I've been trying to be someone I'm not All these perfectly fake people Push us to insane
To feel as emotions die To see when the dark deceits your eyes The create though creativity fails To eliminate when the cry for mercy prevails And the
I open up my eye and I, I open as my eye I stare and let it read my mind, eye open as am I Scanning through that tangled maze I lose myself again Who
reaching hands- cirkling down i see it twist to nothing torn from what it meant, cou from extence...my fingers bleed, but reaching hands are not weak
So you won't tell me, where you've been up to now I don't know, they've seen you come and go (oh) You're well on your way but never leaving the chair
bad girl You know that I'll get away baby come catch me cause really I ain't Superficial (that girl is, that girl is, that girl is) Superficial (you
On a man-made lake, there's a sheet of thin ice Where unskilled skaters cut figure-eight twice That's sixteen, uncut, direct from the cold Head on a soul
Places of sickness nurse me cold Attendant whiteness glare in dark Straighten out the winding sheet Twisted round in poorest dreams Shattered proofing
Cold days in April Were brought about by change in vain Finding comfort in the falling of the rain The rain Cold days in April Were brought about by
I can't tell you anything you don't already know And I'm really not the type to say, "I told you so." But accidents can always happen, death is always
Here I sit and watch the crowds go by Papa da papa papa yeah But there's only one face I can see If only they would understand Papa da papa papa yeah
It's a mental philosophy... what made you do it. Why do you call out your riots without surfacing your message? Why would you let yourself get run around
Fall Seize I am merely debris Scattered along the ground False Rage A man in a cage An explosion without a sound Drawn In By the deafening din Crumbling
Sodom precise, burn the man A promise of scorching We hold a torch to the sun Flame to the surface We hold a torch to the sun Flame to the surface Cruddy
Snow in a soulless city Covers up the cracks in the road As a wastrel buys her cigarettes And wipes her pretty nose Like a part-time Elvis imitator These
Well this is one place where Your gods can't dwell It's like walking in To the mouth of hell Sweating our dignities out on the subway At the beginning
Where will I return my misgiven motions Quell and subside the quivering vigour The inevitable thrust That swells inside And drives me off the edge The