Утомлённое солнце нежно с морем прощалось В этот час ты признала что нет любви Мне немного взгрустнулось, без тоски, без печали В час когда прозвучали
Atom-smashers in the cocktail lounge tonight Opera singers in the graveyard keeping time And the DJ mixes them all And the music rhymes but it crawls
Bullshit knocks you over the head like a ton of bricks CNN kills brain cells like alcohol, PR feeds the rage But the clear answers never come It's like
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The high office of the President has been used To foment a plot to destroy the President John Fitzgerald Kennedy In a speech made to Columbia University
I can still hear the fear behind your last gasp Even above the flat slaps of my thumbs against this desk You take a moment to rewind in your mind If only
Consume. Defecate. Consume again. Hollow and empty. Consume. And this is where we're at. Running in reverse. I'll tell you what you need to be through
Last time I swore it was the last time I'd write these last rites to this last fight By the third time around I'm pretty well versed By the third time
I swear this time is real, I swear this time is real Stood back and took some copious notes Observation lent some truth, evaluated where I stand Dove
Okay, we can stop now, time to this stop and go We can stop pretending to be sane on this cold worn sidewalk We look like fools today, much like yesterday
I'm staring into the sun Waiting for it to fall down I've collapsed over this madness My hair has been pulled out I've tried but to no avail Me is resting
This is the soundtrack to your life. This is where it all begins. Your conscience tried. Your conscience has failed. You're going nowhere fast. Another
A tide of blue blood A tide of mystic light so consuming, shadows take a life of their own But you won't see them walk around, CFR, TLC (Council on Foreign
This is ludicrous speed, what's here and now And intended to be clear to the senses passes as a blur Obsession, desire, desire, obsession, I know the
And this is where I'm supposed to be impressed, isn't it? Let me tell you How overwhelmed I am Remind me to be in awe of you Remind me to lie, remind
The weapon was a single projectile charged With all the power of the universe An incandescent column of smoke and flame As bright as the thousand suns
Numbed to the bone, shaken down Can you feel the thickness of twenty four hour days Can you feel the world and your blood escalate Can you feel your body
