Infrared scope, you put the dot on your target, then you blow the shit out the motherfucka, Im sure.....killings, robberies, mur-uhh....thievin and
of too much livin', i'm waitin' for the day i wanna live it wanna live it with a kiss. one hundxed planes with bombs, couldn't turn your headlights on, no fiction
I can't believe it, the way you look sometimes, like a trampled flag On a city street, oh yeah And I don't want it, the things you're offering me Symbolized
I'm sorry about the sun How could I know that you would burn? And I'm sorry about the moon How could I know that you'd disapprove And I'll never make
Well I can see my teenage father standing straight on a desolate corner In the shadow of tentacled towers by the red light of America I imagine how his
Mother, father Look at your little monster I'm a hero, I'm a zero I'm the butt of the worst joke in history I'm a lock without a key A city with no door
Now here I go, hope I don't break down I won't take anything, I don't need anything Don't want to exist, I can't persist Please stop before I do it again
Individuals run for cover, for the multitudes of thoughtless clones Have reached a critical mass, have reached a critical mass Individuals hide in fear
Automatons with business suits swinging black boxes Sequestering the blueprints of daily life Contented, free of care, they rejoice in morning ritual
If I'm a monster I am a willing one This roller coaster ride is an enticing one On the tip of a continuum flowing wavelike Through disorder, carrying
So you're feeling unimportant 'Cuz you've got nothing to say And your life is just a ramble No one understands you anyway Well I've got a piece of news
Cockroach naps, rattling traps How many devils can you fit upon a match head? Caringosity killed the Kerouac cat Sometimes truth is stranger than fiction
Television Television Television Oh yeah, I want to bask in golden light Submerge in electric waves I need my connection to the world outside Yeah, the
Every time you shake someone's hand And it feels like your best friend Could it be that it's only superficiality? Without regard to well being without
The brown and orange sky holds its breath As the sun retreats to the distant horizon And our hearts palpitate anxiously as we soon will lay supine And
I'm a rabbit in your headlights Scared of the spotlight You don't come to visit I'm stuck in this bed Thin rubber gloves She laughs when she's cryin'
Courage!, Duty!, Honor! We call upon our troopers in this our darkest hour. Our way of life is what we are fighting for. the flat that flies above us,
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