If I was in World War Two they'd call me spitfire If I was in World War Two they'd call me spitfire If I was in World War Two they'd call me spitfire
manifest love absent of hindrance desire strips me of direction manifest love absent of hindrance 60 seconds it's clear again it's real again it
brothers and sisters desperation is a faithful friend of mine he walketh with me through shadowed valleys he draineth my soul hanging from the arms of
your mascara is running doll bulletproof and tall as Jesus baby, you're just another blonde humming along humming along to your own two-bit lullabye
dear john someday you're gonna be somebody but not today dear john someday you're gonna have somebody that day is not today today you will hang your
excuse my solecism (but it's nothing unknown) looking back mistakes are always blinding selfishness and servanthood define inner vision strength
to the kings of the food chain who walk upright on two legs petting, naming, and nurturing your eggs to the big bang's royalty we vegetate like plant
she gives me stilts to walk tall as jesus and feathers to fly high as the sky she takes me to where the sky scrapes my ego where i float like driftwood
if there is a God then i want to know if there is a truth loneliness is a torture when there is no one to reach out if you heal her mother then she
i am the shrieking in the back of your head i am the child scratching at the walls of your basement i am what's buried in your back yard i am what
when this hypodermic life gets under your skin and its anesthetic people make your blood thin just breathe deep let their ether put you to sleep let
her tears writing down her thoughts and calling out for answers as she goes unnoticed (i never needed anyone to tell me i'm a sinner) cast your stones at each other
we bathe in the moonlight when the tide is high and the light is low we are becoming more beast-like every night we teething vampires hunt in the name
looking out the corner of my eye (silence was golden) the shimmering lights inspired by the sting and shimmering lights the shimmering lights looking
sit back relax and enter the transient state of a scatterbrained minimalist listen to the sounds of the great white noise check the pulse of our hungry
you're so crazy just blame it on a synapse that's lazy just blame it on the cerebral activity or the invertebrate's passivity if we are each other's
the 2:48 lie get up start up strut up walk up put on your mask cause what they want to tell you is how they want to make models of you (models
i will love you until the day you die i will be the war-torn nurse clutching your lifeless body at the hospital bedside i look at you and see the face
