It's a lesson in progress. How far away can we go?. Everything is progress. As far away as I know. . Take a life and make it something less. Please, anything more than stupid tests.
I guess, I imagined them myself. When no one was looking. And even though the words came from my pen. As yet I haven't the meaning. . Vex me not in truth or lie.
We are the city. Where the lights come on and they never go out. And the streets are filled with the children's shouts. I want to hear you sing that song for me.
I thought, I told you not to run down on the one way track. There's a man with a train and he's coming fast. We could ask him how to turn it around. He'll decipher your life and then run you down.
Samantha put down the gun. The silence here is suffocating. Samantha put down the gun. We're overrun, we're overrun. . Samantha put down the gun. Our friends will not be lost forever.
Play me the empty space behind my eyes. They're yelling and screaming. But all I keep hearing is blah, blah, blah, blah. . They're talking about the girls and boys, making too much noise.
You've got to run. You've got to go to the police. It's okay, you'll be fine. I think this is what's best for you. It's gonna turn out right. . I've got to go.
Wasted all our hopes on a whim. And they let us down. It's all coming down again. . In the end there was nothing left but questions. What started as a revolution petered out in guilt and shame.
Oh, hide me, would you love. Until all have gone?. Horsemen riding, shouting, laughing. To their hunting song. . Somber words would feign contentment.
I want to cry but the tears won't come. There's blood on the ground. I think I know where it's from. But my hands are tied as I watch you die. . Step away son, the worst is past, he said.
Come back to anywhere. Neither here or there. When I thought I'd never find you. There's an awful strain. But I don't want to complain. It's really not that bad.
Sing, sing, oh, so sucker. For the sugar substitute and artificial flavoring. Small wonder I felt so safe. Inside nothing more than a smoke screen and masquerade.
Will this be the last plane ride in your swing?. The harvest moon has come and with her sadness brings. My mom says, "It's too cold to play", so I'm just waiting here.