Now. In giving hell for this, I have learned to depend. Consciously browse, let the diversity ground. Socially ground, leaving a cautiously effortless
through, and in this day, you built a wall. It's 12 o'clock and she hasn't returned. What have you done with my daughter? She's not been herself in some
In feeling comfortable with corpses and admiring, their conventional lifestyle, because it isn't mine. And now they'll feel, and now you'll feel. I hope
And in the beating filth that festers. A crowning life. The blocks us in our path. One step too many, in the wrong direction. This night will mark. The
I am looking for an early warning Listen to me please Will you wake me up in the morning? I am on my knees Once I said that I had nothing, misunderstanding
I've heard this all before, don't waste my time Don't break my balls, get out my door You won't see me caving in, it's time I stand And show you what'
drizzle of the rain It's falling from my window And in the corners of my mind I hope that I'll get to see you again La da die da die da die da die my
Just get on the phone I got you Come and pick you up if I have to What?s weird about it Is we?re right at the end And mad about it Just figured it out in my
on the phone, I got you Come and pick you up if I have to What's weird about it is we're right at the end I'm mad about it, just figured it out in my
(Bag, Gene Simmons) [Verse] That's right You know I kinda love ya (yeah) All the way to the bitter end Because you're breaking my balls You're making
just get me like I never been gotten before Oh yeah, maybe it's the bitter wind A chill from the Pacific rim That brought you this way (Brought you my
'll be waiting) For the end of my broken heart (Seek me) Completion (Call me) I'll be waiting (I'll be waiting) For the end of my broken heart You know
people think My history's written on me in tattooed ink And still life goes on, tracks on my arms And the number thirteen is my good luck charm Oh, I'm my
we do it all the same? And until now the bitter chill remains The failing breath is familiarity I think I see your smile vanish afar The failing breath is my
I'm just about fed up I've finally had my fill Of sitting around and crying in my beer I've drunk the bitter cup I've downed the bitter pill While waiting
Rubbing salt in my wounds Like it don't hurt, like it don't hurt me Your sweet, bitter love songs That seduce me with a sinister beat I'm bringing out
I got so sick of being on my own Now the devil won't leave me alone It's almost like I found a friend Who's in it for the bitter end Our consciences
, everyday on a dead end street is where I spend my time The dust has been collecting on the corners of my mind But I've shed my tears in bitter drops