Another day in the hurt Another grope in the search Another shove with a smirk Once more treading, running, pleading, pushing onto Another bridge through
Been swallowing my debris Without a trace of dignity I'm living a fallacy And been holding tight to all I can't keep One memory, one memory This time
You caught me on my way to destroy stages You stopped me bitter faced to ask me this You, I don't understand your agitation Why can't you write a track
Desires in conquest to murder her, maim her Progress possession in blackmail entrails to Pursuit your end for regret with shame no end to shade Bait her
Right So let your face consume my mind, right Let your face consume my mind, right So let your face consume my mind, right Let your face consume my mind
If you want to find me, I'll be lost Lost in your circuitry, the only home for me Not unlike, Heavenly, pulsating, moistening Infinite holy mystery Fear
Obsolete, obsolete, we're so obsolete Sleep soundly in silence knowing that we Will never return to what we once were What was now is a distant memory
Everyone down on the floor No sudden moves and lock the door I've got this feeling I'm chasing I'll never rest until I find it I've been plotting away
So little of what seems to be Is ever really there So much of what's here I resent I am a demagogue Born of eternal flaw Forever just a memory my friend
Hint number one is Five letters inscribed over The lips of eyeless woman Asking me for needles and a thread To sew her head together again Oh, swollen
You cannot hide now I'll find you somehow Together we can find New ways to drown All I really want is A moment of your time To grant, to give To make
Somehow I lost my way And now it?s clear to me All that I fought so hard to keep Is all I had to leave I know you can?t hear me And you won?t believe
You were conceived on a storyboard In an uptown high-rise Where your celebrity was born From umbilical obscurity And the list keeps growing, and our
Night falls like a vulture On it's prey, wicked culture Black pitch and getting darker It's time to spark ourselves in this hour When they hide in the
Quiet, it's 4 A.M. I was sound asleep Trying to hunt the sheep There is a choice within a voice Lurking somewhere between Hidden parts and facial scars
How does it feel to find yourself playing For the wrong team with the stakes so high? How does it feel to find yourself so blind To the sin you're [unverified
Out of the playground's ashes, come little men with little games They're playing war, they're planning new crusades like new arcades The reason for the
High noon cometh, not a moment too soon There's gonna be a firefight tonight A reckoning to confront the residents of this tomb A gunpowder party and