No matter what you think you pull you'll find it's not enough No matter who you think you know you won't get through It's a given L.A law, someone's faster
You do the combat math, I'm the war artist You can't take your shots back, I have to watch them miss The basketball rim shook like a tambourine Not an
Makeshift tourniquet will serve as your answer. Clutch paramedic will be your constant call. Keep alive all of your people. They all need someone to bleed
Raise high monolithic statues so fragile As they fall, I am ever enthralled Gaze, lie and smirk in time Your arrogance will suit you well 'Til fashion
Fumble for the lightswitch Get this off without a hitch Got to know sometimes it's hit and miss But I don't want to waste this wish (Chorus) Rub a lamp
I used to get sick with solitude I was always better in the multitude But now I like it up here all alone in my ivory tower Hi ho at the end of my rope
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Rows and rows of crosses Standing in the sand Statues of the fallen Watching over this land The tombs of unknown soldiers Lay tilted in decay Another
Fuel is running, fuel is coming Fuel is running Down, down, down my face The line, the line The line is drawn in the sand It won't be long We have to
Fuel is running, fuel is coming Fuel is running down my face The line, the line, the line is drawn It won't be long We have to be strong Before they
No future, no life No sunshine, no rights No possessions, no sight No expression, final fight The anger I feel Rips through my veins This hate and delusion
One voice, one world It's time the masses are heard Sever attacks, paralyzed flesh Faint chance, public unrest Poison globe corps decay No final message
No color on this face of death No shadow falls on his last breath What are we fighting for? No more devotion in his eyes No longing moments, no more
Crawling through these streets at night Can't stand looking at the lights Voices ringing in my head Should I keep living or playing dead As I watch this
Mindless human faith lays naked there to waste Neurotic choking eyeballs, fuels paranoid crazed cells Slide into darkness, slither down the shaft Slide
hey miscarriage i was hoping you'd catch my white knuckled wave but the umbilical bars of your seraphant cell they're all, "hey now what's that sound
They come into our life not even listening baby. Long hallways dressed in gold to justify the souls that they've sold. We'll start a revolution and
Yeah baby, I hope your thirsty 'Cus this is another one of those Young Roscoe the sodo LT Hutton concoction, toxins Roscoe Tabascos the sodo know With
