I'll strike it if I don't like it. Gimme a club and I will have myself a riot. I'm a monkey with a brick on my shoulder. And I'm getting bolder. . Let's deny and defame.
There's a world outside but I can't really make it. There's a life to lead but I can't exactly fake it. Yet the mood feels right. But my island is sinking out of sight.
Television, television, television, television. Television, television, television, television. . Oh yeah, I want to bask in your golden light. Submerge in electric waves.
Here is the church. There is the steeple. Open up the door. Corporations are people. Wait, what did he say?. What the f*ck did he say?. It couldnt last.
Some people are almost impossible to live with. Some people have faith in the craziest things. They follow outdated conventions that were recorded. But most of it to me all sounds insane.
Solemn regret, transgressions fill my head. A measure of success is how well to forget. And the past is dead. . Strewn about the battlefield of life are the remainders of history.
O come, O come, Emmanuel. And ransom captive Israel. That mourns in lonely exile here. Until the Son of God appear. Rejoice! Rejoice! Emmanuel. Shall come to thee, O Israel..
Now, theres a list of catalysts that hold the heart at bay. They grip the mind and sap the soul and feed on your dismay. And I never understood why you cant see the world this way.
My head is full of ghosts. But I'm no revenant. Despite my resident's rivalry. And I'll be the faithful pilot. On our blind trajectory. . Do you want to know a secret.
I don't really care what other people may say. I've gotta go on living my life anyway. Everything is golden, everything's for sale. I'm done with unsubstantiated fairy tales.
Theres something pathetic in the world today. And I dont know how it all began. As if all the shame. and punishment will finally make me understand. A word means nothing wanting action.
I can't stop the way I feel. But I can penetrate your religion with a nail. You are mine and we are twine. When we radiate in waves together everything is fine.
Wasted days and cigarettes. Cracked cement and palms. Bodhidharma has gone fission. With your vedic mom. Yeah the Sergeant Major is dreamin' of genie.
Welcome my son to where the work is never done. And the hungry are seldom ever fed. The department of false hope is a proving ground for dopes. And they'll grind your tiny bones to make their bread (Hosanna).
There's a feeling about myself that I can't understand. It's a foreboding sense that I see all around the land. . When the wheel of fortune turns progressively depraved.
Every day's the same routine of endless chores and boring details. And you know you're waiting for the perfect condition for your ship to set sail. . But of course the climate's always changing.