Why do you feel so good? How you make me feel like this I think I'm hypnotized It started with a kiss We shouldn't do this We both know it's wrong We
As logic stands you couldn't meet a man Who's from the future But logic broke as he appeared he spoke About the future We're not gonna make it He explained
she sees her face in the mirror eyes surrounded in black see the girl but don't fear her she's too high attack and her eyes are blue they fill up with
Hot pink volcano in the heart of the tornado Is shaking the lemonade tree Hot pink forest is backed by a furnace That boils the lemonade free And it
it this way Oh, not you, nothing, not you Not you, nothing, not you London's sin of a brain I fucking needed it this way Driven from the pink rose
I saw you standing in the front row shaking wide eyed catastrophe Said you were looking for a boyfriend baby youre wasting your time with me Cause I
Like any other day, I heard the bell and grabbed my coat. I snatched a coffee, nearly choked and semi-cartwheeled headfirst in the rain. I knew I had
Chasing the carrion, we watched the silver bird explode. We tiptoed through the barrier of smoke and took a hand, but found it unconnected. We were dining
New martyrs swinging in the wind. The dead eyes searching for messiahs in the stars. The bodies carrying the scars of no confession, no concession. No
The host if heaven welcomed seven ghosts. He gave them coffee, showed them 'round but the catastrophe had left them speechless. They'd tried to teach
The river was rainbow stew, the fishes choked and cursed. The thirsty dogs spat fire, rolled in glue, then they burst. The fur balls flying, trees were
(Behold a human brain. What wonders lie within?) Cable kings got satin swings, got radiation, save-us thing, got fingers, news at ten, those faces fear
Nuts in May go firing guns while Nuts in June write speeches. They find a box to preach on while the kiddies screech in prams. And mum sucks on a choc
How could she be with a wretch like me? I'm a broken shell of a man that never was I'd trade all that we've made Just for one more date with destruction
"And I am not frightened of dying. Any time will do, I don't mind. Why should I be frightened of dying? There's no reason for it. You've gotta go sometime
Little by little the night turns around Counting the leaves which tremble at dawn Lotus's lean on each other in yearning Over the hills a swallow is resting
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Come on, my friends, Let's make for the hills. They say there's gold but I'm looking for thrills. You can get your hands on whatever we find, Because
