a mother went up to the mountain she said it was for gold but all these drums and indians, oh no. said buddy was a good boy, but just not for me come
We make plans They take off in water We can bar them Should we expect for them to harbor When all we want is the quiet we've got I know it's not the
red and yellow through this dirty window pane disturbing your sediments of classic form and thought wrapped in purposeless veneers of worthless words
commit your body to advice you can't live with it's hard enough to lose a life that you once lived and all that's left are all the things that you've
finally oh this is the morning of six eyes malicious cold dark stares one single gentleman is not even watching maybe he's not prepared so this is how
A solitude and oh I sit slow some seize with our words for sales and there's greed that's always behind and I can not recall knowing what we
no, don't want the world yeah, cause you'll wanna have everything and don't say that you're just a little more deserving of this or of that yeah, cause
eternitity is pressed against my eyelids by brittle fists that i cannot avoid and though each fingers grip has been relentless the moments they just
Mother Mary was a friend to me she went down to the freak house she never wanted to leave so father fairy, he rises up to me sent somebody here to get
want to be good but the shadows have had there ways with everyone A shoulder whispers her loss As hard wood falls on her cross And under two sided boards