Obsession... burning me, carving me from inside my head. I am suffering frustrations of the deepest kind. I am getting weaker but my lust keeps growing
The gods of war Seeking madness To massacre mankind We all die We are saying Declare war But no one won An endless struggle for power A lonely dynasty
In order to satisfy their mania for conquest Lives are squandered To satisfy their mania mania for conquest Civilians torn from their families Happy
Well I feel something's taking me,I don't know where? It's like a trip inside a seperate mind! The ghost of tomorrow,of my favorite dream, Is telling
Dress me up a thousand ways, you're counting down the days 'Til I fall from my pedestal And then you can rescue me all the world can see You're the center
I hide myself inside the shadows of shame The silent symphonies were playing their game My body echoed to the dreams of my soul It started something that
Te quiero ver Ya no dejo de pensar en ti Que voy hacer Si te quiero solo para mi Estoy aqui Te recuerdo por mi habitacion Tenerte a ti Es el sueno que
Your touch, your ways Leave me dumb without reason Your love, my cage My prison's so pleasing I spend my days Tangled in thoughts of you Stuck in this
(willcox) Baby, baby, baby, baby 1, 2, 3 Oh never mind Pr..pr..pr..pressing my heel of my shoes Into your paintwork Shattering determination Brick thoughts
its the next new craze . frito lays . raving mad empty ice cream trays . jelly bean . makin a seen . new wave cereal nerve gas dream . itchy skin . scuba
I watched the falling rain splash upon your face. I know those aren't your tears. you know it's me and where I've been. it's just circumstances. don't
I've been sleepin' here for days Hope I die before my dreams drive me insane When you're not around I might let my guard down Don't keep me waiting You
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Hey there now big shot, well, just listen to me I know the score and it's no great mystery I hear you talking and it's all been said But what I'm thinking
Wonder if you belong Think you've got it down Does it still feel the same Now that he's not around? Born to lose, born to lose Make your mind up, no
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Just a kid with a crazy dream Wants it all before he's seventeen Don't know where to begin With a wild thought he knows the fact Whoa, whoa, there's
You knock me out, you're like a well oiled Smith and Wesson (Hot 'n' ready, ready to use) Dressed to the nines, you know you don't look 15, there's no