teenhood is a drug racket It's a beautiful day and I am up and at 'em Motorcycles and cops are the main attraction Tommy Gun Blood Lust A perfect teenhood Fuck you
Formed from dought and worthless plans Just another death rattle dance... Are we homeward bound? I know what can be blessed When I heard that lost song I know
Well the mood settled down You know all the movies I've seen How I watched all of them You never did understand Can't figure how you never did Once the
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dead, trail of dead...' then cut to- (collage of pre recorded voices off tv and radio): and. you. will. know. them. by. the. trail. of. dead. dead. dead
know From one deadly sin... A burn to my skin Bound by lust A flood of red From what I know Bound by lust Bound by trust
and numb Lead you to some meaning of truth The emotions were shrink wrapped, sold as scraps Let all the desperate hours of boredom Bumps and bruises and
to walk through Each and every day At the top of my lungs It would never return And if i screamed, "you were wrong" All the faith that i've lost And
Sigh your children Who have we? All our lives & countless years When your world A glass heart aches Wraps us unheard, unscathed Will we, your children
gives a damn about your end... Drip as fiery cinder So I'm sweet on you Onto the sweltering town I am transparent So I'm sweet on you I am a motherfucking
and the meaning of redemption is faith, and the meaning of faith is sin, and the meaning of sin is forgiveness, and the meaning of forgiveness is ecstacy, and
the medals they bestow Shake a hand, take a bow (He's on the screen...) It's so au natural (He's only an actor) They change the broken one by one Of
the medals they bestow Shake a hand, take a bow It's so au natural (He's only an actor) (He's on the screen...) The chains lie broken one by one Of
know Can it do harm? From one deadly sin... A burn to my skin A flood of red Bound by lust From what I know Bound by lust Bound by trust
flesh cold and numb What have you done, Mark David Chapman? Let all the desperate hours of boredom Lead you to some meaning of truth Bumps and bruises and
name on top And every line after it Because every inch of hope Becomes a world of shame I've had to walk through Each and every day And if I screamed "you
This is something you can count on Drip down onto my forehead On to my aorta Drip as fiery cinder Onto the sweltering town So I'm sweet on you I am transparent