He comes, he comes Judge so severe Seven trumpets speak Oh, they speak him near He comes, he comes Judge so severe Seven trumpets speak Oh, they speak
Strange things happen in nighttime hours Yesterday's buds, tomorrow's flowers Those who speak numbers, refuse the great forgiver Powerful men raise your
This town has its claws buried in my neck This town it takes life without mercy, without hate The streets are in distress The sun suffocates behind darkened
Yeah This town is goin' under The temperature's through the floor Your fingers are turnin' black There?s a crisis knockin' at your door One nine seven
[Dallas] Look around, look around. There's no affection only infection. Search yourself, search yourself. Can I depend on you to surrender? [George
Your mail's not safe in this town Your mail's not safe in this town Your mail's not safe in this town Your mail's not safe in this town I strike a red
I said, "Cover me if there is a fire 'Cause I want you to burn first" She screamed at me, "I want to be desired" I said, "Easy girl, I know it hurts"
Children roam these empty streets With lust filled eyes and jagged hearts Narrow frames and crooked teeth The whole more valuable than each part And
Plaid skirts that hide love Walk in single file Ties that restrict blood to the brain Passing notes in Math class Freedom wear your scars of desire It
This is really only all we have: (Bury all of me) Daytime. Twilight. Pitch black. Night light. (Before I have a chance) Coldest eyes, and the softest
You had such grace in the end I wish I could remember what color your eyes were But every time I looked at you, my mind went blank You had the best damn
sifting through weathered photo albums looking for gloriously aged polaroids of places you have never been. A place to accept that you don't really exist
Raped by my childhood What the hell do I know about rape anyway? Well, I guess it's fun to pretend, sorry Just a thought that occurred when I wasn't quite
(We can't) I still can (Stop now) Remember what you did, your eyes filled (We've got) Discomfort (To slow down) Bare foot in a public washroom Spill
Take this blood from my veins And paint me a masterpiece of a parade A parade of the dead sun Bang, bang Writing (Writing this letter to you) This letter
Alright This is from our hearts So suddenly a super chart To make some mistakes We'll make some mistakes Well, it's a long time coming When you?re giving
Let?s go It?s never too late to be early Or to try and maintain Some scrap of integrity and certainty, I guess (My fingers are blistered and bleeding
side stepped land mines and working class attitudes. This is a love songa?¦deal with it. (I will beat my fist against my chest if only to prevent my
