God, Have I had all my chances? Is it all down hill now? Have I gotten, dying eyes? Dying eyes All I?ve done is nothing Wasted time, wasted life Your dying eyes
I get down. Now that it's all over and done, Now that you find, now that you're whole. II. Total Mass Retain Anderson/Squire My eyes convinced, eclipsed
anytime it could a had me But when it all went wrong, sung the same ol' song Now it's peace after the storm blew on And [unverified], it's the better
-4 But when I pick it up, I don't wanna let it go Because a nigga straight loving your warm embrace I got plenty love for the 4-5 But when I pick it
how it felt to be alive? Your god machine is cold and dead your eyes they cannot cry Fuck your deities of dying love We have shot them down from the
I think it is going to explode there are plus and minuses to sinuitus like sometimes I get to go home but mostly it hurts so bad I think I'm dying I
a name with the needle gun In black and blue, your eyes are stone she said Beautiful and dead, and I wish you well I took a turn on this carousel How
up, shut up Shut it up, just shut up, shut up We try to take it slow But we're still losin' control And we try to make it work But it still ends up the
forgiven? Everything that you've ever done wrong Is the reason that I'm driven straight to you Waiting here for you, wanting to tell you How I get my ends
dying we wait for the end and we fear to begin Silent, as always they stand before me your servants my feared enemy your accusal it crushes me and here it ends
the dream - no one hears my scream I can't stand those staring eyes Eyes of the forest gloom Eyes of the forest gloom Predator eyes that watch me intensely
me. but I've heard of one who can. and he does not take sides tonight. baby, baby. if this is the ending. then we'll find out how it ends. we'll find
love with electric outlets In my sleep, it's all flying pigs and things that want me dead; when I'm awake, it isn't much different. It's not them versus
of people So unkind Oh apologies, no apologies, this apology It doesn't describe the way it feels to feel for you. Waiting here for you Wanting to tell you How
. Gandhi called it Ahimsa. The Greenham Wowan call it the 'Politics of Whimsy', But it doesn't end there, neither is it enough. Gandhi played a major
dying crowd, the blooded streets How can't this affect a mind How can't this affect a pure, young heart (Child) In my own world it's getting worse It
for a dream It's like a movie with the ending credits etched in the screen Sunshine to the rain, when it comes, it goes again Even when the story ends
