I'm all busted up Broken bones and nasty cuts Accidents will happen But this time I can't get up She comes to check on me Making sure I'm on my knees
Late at night all systems go You have come to see the show We do our best you're the rest You make it real you know There is a feeling deep inside That
I'm all busted up Broken bones and nasty cuts ACCIDENTS WILL HAPPEN But this time I can't get up She comes to check on me MAKING sure I'm on my knees
You can't write a song to make somebody love you. You can't find the words they don't exist. Try to force the feelings light the spark, the bile. My
who stand in my way. Awake me when this is over, I cannot stand to be here. Faced with the constant bombardment, of people pulling my strings. Pulling my strings. pulling
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A pleasant surprise but still unexpected the decision is made not to reject it plans have to change but it seems for the better creating new thoughts
You?re fucked from birth, born of a hopeless world you?re fucked from birth, just left to rot and die worthless humans, they?re breeding diseased spawn
When we?ve got more going out than we do coming in we?ve got a real sustainability problem someone explain this to me cuz it doesn?t make any sense we
Close your eyes, consumed with oblivion the night has torn us apart how can we imagine that we can survive? close your eyes, dream sleep the black sleep
Hey old man, are you better off now? the pain you endured, no god would allow you never let it show, so stubborn, so still a man of such virtue, no god
On those nights when sleep just won?t come you?ve exhausted every option, when it?s all been said and done you think about what comes next when peace
A genius ploy to maintain control, reward so great you?d sell your soul two-thousand years and still you wait, the hook is set with the perfect bait like
It?s days like this that make me think that the sun will never shine again no signs of hope that greed and deceit won?t ever be part of the master plan
I know why you made your choice but still i feel a bit betrayed self-imposed suburban exile, white flight for the modern day i hate to say it but you
Why i never learn burns behind my eyes ill-humored latebloomer, finally recognize been playing catch-up all of my life always find myself a few steps
