Oh my God in blood soaked silhouette. Oh my God on the end of a bayonet. Oh my God put wings on the rhetoric. Oh my God, I'm alright. . No pity, salvation or need.
I got bugs.. I got bugs in my room.. Bugs in my bed.. Bugs in my ears.. There's eggs in my head.. Bugs in my pockets.. Bugs in my shoes.. Bugs in the way I feel about you..
Oh, Susannah's bedraggled but she. Still wears the locket 'round her neck. She's got a picture on the table. Of a man who is young and able. Oh, Susannah's gonna cry.
All the stories have been told. Of kings and days of old. But there's no England now. . All the wars that were won and lost. Somehow don't seem to matter very much anymore.
Oh, didn't you like to do,. An uneasy thing to do? (?). Are you troubled by the bad things in your life?. . If you're worrying 'bout a verse(?),. And you can't get it off your chest,.
You're not leaving so descreet,. Just creeping out on me.. Your dizzy head, and smoky eyes,. You'll find some other's bed to sleep.. So don't look back, it is too late,.
Voices are calling.. Voices are calling.. Voices calling.. Voices calling you.. . There's a voice that is starting to call us.. It's a voice that we just can't ignore..
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I got the new world in my view. On my journey I pursue. I said I'm running, running for the city. I got the new world in my view. I got the new world in my view.
Heavy thoughts seem to slip away. When you were here on my darkest days I trust in you. Many debts I cannot repay. Too many clouds in my sky today I trust in you.
(Weasel/Jughead/Vapid/Panic/Personality). I walked around alone last night and tried to look at people like I did back. then I kinda wanted to just hang out remind myself what it was all about about.
You may say, our lives have changed. But baby, I promise that we're still the same. And the leaves are falling quicker. Like a rain drop in the spring.
I continue to succumb to mundane hospitality. Fabricating pertinent dinner conversation. Fascinating breath pressing drawls. Asking myself why. . Unbelievable, isn't it? The way we twist the words around.
Well, they called me a little so and so. And so, yeah, now hummin' a different tune. Oh, this is a job for a stupid man. Smoke it down to the filter and.
Why do you. Drive me crazy. This disturbing. Cemitary. Where you had. To go unbury. You brought it up. So listen carfully. . Prick the needle and. Let the ink in.
I did it all for you,. I gave you my mistake.. What do you want from me?. . Is it me? Am I wrong?. Is it something I have not done?. What could I change of the past?.
Next to nightmares, there are no dreams, shattered skulls in splitting seams.. The pounds of cancer, they just can't scream.. Six feet under, who would believe?.