While they lined up to wait on Black Friday. In a panic with shopping bags. There were magazine racks of cruel attacks. Seven new ways to please your man.
I have withdrawn. Out of the game. Erase my image. Rewrite my name. I can be invisible. The room service cleans. Sulley will bang on my door. With the cream.
I don't feel a thing walking on hot coals. No sensitivity in a fog of war. Try to unwind to enjoy the good life. But the pressure that I hold on my shoulders goes.
London fog and an empty suitcase. Choreography in Piccadilly. It's time to carve out a place in the sun. I'd like to hold my home where. The seasons never ever ever change.
There's a power in your voice. Or is it??. Send a telepathic thought. Like a lightning rod. In the distant blue. Smiling like you do. I will not disappear.
Talk to me well. All I could say. Is I need a few days. Of quiet and space. . Now that I'm here. Restless in chains. It could have been fun. If it wasn't so strange.
Clear out the spiderwebs. In your mind. When a hint of violence. Makes you cry. Get on my speedboat. The water's fine. The ocean calms you down. Leaves you kind.
The road, a yellow line unfolds. Jagged then corrodes, Pomona first of all. Machines they rush in a trance. Engines of despair. The taste of desert air.
Of part and parcel. So, well, we're already dead. Well, it's probably been said. That it's always been said. That. . One wing isn't even enough. It isn't even enough.
Although we often wondered. It was no thing of wonder. The shit that flew from our minds. Grass stains and fresh fruit. Reminds our shoes of horse glue.
We won't be sleeping in our autumn beds. We won't be sleeping in our autumn beds. . We won't be sleeping in our autumn beds. We won't be sleeping in our autumn beds.
We've got everything. We've got everything. We've got everything down to a science so I guess we know everything. We know everything. We know everything.
I guess I am a scout. So I should find a way out. So everyone can find a way out. . They keep us in. To pull us out. I'm rising up. Wish I was sinking down.
I was born in the factory. Far away from the milk and tea. What's the use?. Oh, what's the use?. . You chitters are split in half. A mechanical sacrificial calf for you.
We were spitting venom at most everyone we know. If the damned gave us a road map then we'd know just were to go. Now let it drop. . let it all drop. Let it all drop.
If you break these moth wing feelings. Powdering dust on your fingers. Well now were not prayin' we're kneelin'. . Hard enough just to say you believe them.
Daniel read the paragraph. He read until the words ran out. It said we're all in trouble now. . Poison in the juice carafe. We drank until our thirst ran out.
There's no work in walking in to fuel the talk. I would grab my shoes, and then away I'd walk. Through all the stubborn beauty I start at the dawn. Until the sun had fully stopped.
While we're on the subject. Could we change the subject now?. I was knocking on your ear's door, but you were always out. Looking towards the future. We were begging for the past.
If food do you please. And you suck all the seasoning off. Suck it off. . Well, treat me like disease. Like the rats and the fleas. Aha ha! Aha ha!. .