Oh please let it rain today. This city's so filthy. Like my mind in ways.. Oh it was the time. Like a clean new taste.. Smiling eyes before me and tears from my face..
State of love and trust as I. Busted down the pretext. Sin still plays and preaches,. But to have an empty court, uh huh. And the signs are passin',. Grip the wheel, can't read it.
He could've tuned in, tuned in... but he tuned out. A bad time, nothing could save him. Alone in a corridor waiting, locked out. He got up outta there, ran for hundreds of miles.
I seem to recognize your face. Haunting, familiar yet, I can't seem to place it. Cannot find the candle of thought to light your name. Lifetimes are catching up with me.
agh woo eats meat eats meat hahaha look out. . Dirty Frank Dahmer he's a gourmet cook, yeah.. I got a recipe for anglo-saxin soup, yeah.. Wanted a pass. So she relaxed. Now the little groupie's getting chopped up in the back..