My mental stability reaches its bitter end. And all my senses are coming unglued. Is there any cure for this disease someone called love. Not as long as there are girls like you.
Born into Nixon and I was raised in Hell. A welfare child where the teamsters dwelled. The last one born, and the first one to run. My town was blind from refinery sun.
I sit alone in my bedroom. Staring at the walls. I've been up all damn night long. My pulse is beating, my love is yearning. . I hold my breath and close my eyes and.
Another turning point, a fork stuck in the road. Time grabs you by the wrist, directs you where to go. So make the best of this test, and don't ask why.
I was drawn.... Riding atop a black horse.. Whatever past there was,.... I could only observe.... Where the trouble starts.. Where does it end?. How can I be cured,....
Another turning point, a fork stuck in the road. Time grabs you by the wrist, directs you where to go. So make the best of this test, and don't ask why.
Mr. Trouble never hangs around,. when he hears this Mighty sound,. . Here I come to save the day!. That means that Mighty Mouse is on the way!. . Yes sir, when there is a wrong to right,.
Welcome to the world of the manic depressed.. Hopped up on Valium and in cardiac arrest.. Hold me closer when this world ends.. . To become prosthetic and disinfect our friends..
Do you have the time to listen to me whine. About nothing and everything all at once. I am one of those. Melodramatic fools. Neurotic to the bone. No doubt about it.
(Es wechselt nie seine Farbe. Es wechselt nie seine Gestalt). As they stare into our flesh. At the end of what comes next. . (Kann ich deine Hand halten?.
This is the age of make-believe. Or a reality series. Television, murder city dreaming of tomorrow. Am I alive or fantasy?. . Give me murder, give me loss.
Not quite a fembot. But almost an alien. She's in the smell of the month club. I feel it in my lungs. . Lesbian junkie funky. Slam dunk a cosmonaut. Laser guns and having fun.
Hello, hey, this is Brandon but my friends call me Spike now. I just moved out of my parents house in Danville. To this wicked warehouse in Oakland. Anyway, I spent most of the day spare-changing on the avenue.
Candy cane, null set, credit card. Prescription, nitrogen. Now we're living in a. Definition, visual aid, air condition. Automatic, autostatic. . Now we're living in a.
I don't believe in the apocalypse. I don't believe in the end of time. I don't believe in the solar eclipse. I don't believe in valentines. . I don't believe I asked opinion.
I'm taking a ride to the liquor store. I'm looking for a beer and a little bit more. I'm gonna spend all the money she had. On a nude girl in a dirty old magazine.
Reto, you're a technical whiz. Masturbating with computers. For a legion of kids. Reto, you're a solid state. A microchip and designer tape. . Oh, Reto, where did you come from?.
Bloody gang of three deep divisions. The bad blood's because of war. International, interracial, confrontational, bitter rival. Bloody gang of three deep divisions.
Spin a wheel, behind the mark. Another deal in the dark. In the red and in the gray. Dangerous with a kiss. . On a take at the zoo. On a make, sniffing glue.
It has a beginning. (It has a beginning). It has an end. (It has an end). . It's a beautiful story. (It's a beautiful story). But it's pretend. (But it's pretend).