Autumn has come to rest. In her garden. Come to paint the trees with emptiness. And no pardon. So many things have come undone. Like the leaves on the ground.
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I need to feel your heartbeat heartbeat. so close, feels like mine. all mine. I need to feel your heartbeat heartbeat. so close it feels like mine. all mine....
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Its here I sit and rust amid this ruin and rancor like tire irons. toothy grills and car parts before me... the acid rain floods my. floorboard, burns my pores and rots my upholstery... once I was.
Long ago and far away in a different age. when i was a dumb young guy. fossilized photos of my life then. illustrate what an easy prey i must have been.
Talk, it's only talk. Arguments, agreements, advice, answers,. Articulate announcements. It's only talk. . Talk, it's only talk. Babble, burble, banter, bicker bicker bicker.
And I often sigh. I often wonder why. I'm still here and I still cry. . And I often cry. I often spill a tear. Over those not here. But still they are so near.
And I often sigh. I often wonder why. I'm still here and I still cry. . And I often cry. I often spill a tear. Over those not here. But still they are so near.
elephants are enslaved ensnared endangered exploited. elephants are exterminated. they're eradicated. elephants are eaten. elephants are forgotten. fatally forgotten famished fossils.
You are not alone my brother. I have always been with you,. Have we eaten something deadly. Something poisonous consumed.. I just longed for days that were simple.
Well I got two hands, I wanna clap my hands together. I got two legs, I wanna dance to heavens door. I got one heart, I'm gonna fill it up with up Jesus.
Still by the window pane. Pain like the rain that's falling. She waits in the air. Matte kudasai. She sleeps in a chair. In her sad america. When was a night so long.
Long ago and far away in a different age. When I was a dumb young guy. Fossilized photos of my life then. Illustrate what an easy prey I must have been.