He's pining for her in a people carrier There might be buildings and pretty things to see like that But architecture won't do Although it might say a
Eyes so cold, hope so far away The vision never goes away A prison called my home, these same four walls I wish I could turn back time I know that feeling
I fall in love for a moment before I hit despair I turn around to see you another one is there how the bells of the clock how the bell do chime that
[lyrics by Harry Conklin] There is a place that no one goes about Or fears to conjure in the mind Sacred chants heard whispered in the dark Watch
Along the path where the stream is talking I breathe the mist and continue walking The wood it whispers in a language of it's own As a sigh escaped my
Everything that i've done here into one in keeping with... Some earned conviction, some stagnation, Some change despair Disappointment and odds In a costume
Lest we forget scorched earth policies Of megaton and hydrogen And taut muscle of an armory that flexes To show the world we mean business It's all smiles
So long we shared friendship I thought but misguided Finally you came then What I knew you were, all along Spineless, you pretend to be What you're not
The clever box'o'tricks Tells me I'm paranoid But as I uncover The sourness and decay Echoes my suspicions Civilized nations? A contradictory farce The
I've walked to the ends of the earth, and glanced into the eyes of = those who were going the opposite way. They failed to bridge the gap, first contact
No place My number's up Still not good enough Sequested, should I bow my head? Unlucky [unverified] Not to be a part Succession strains Accept the ordeal
I'm retching on the dirt It's earthiness coating my throat I'm wincing on the bitterest pill I refuse to swallow I'm offered the warmth of a velvet glove
To transgress out, out of a savage state of mind. A deep rooted, continuous outcry. Territory under rule. But from whom? Do we choose the right to not
I've slipped the noose, the shackles are off. My maturity fixation outshines. It's go for broke and fuck it all, with head held higher (than thou) I am
Gut level, below it all Off duty, just here Feeling like a knife's being twisted In the hole of how it is False hope, an inch of pride that died When
baby you know there's few things that can make me care, i'm already dead, i'm wasting away, i'm in love with my despair, so tonight, lady hold on tight
He's pining for her In a people carrier There might be buildings and pretty things to see like that But architecture won't do Although it might say
Chi vede 'o sole 'e notte 'a cerevella parte piglia 'a disperazione pienze ca si' uno buono nun te munta' 'o bi' ca nun vaje niente e ghia nun pazzia'