Every Time I Die Lyrics
Every Time I Die Lyrics
"Shallow Water Blackout Lyrics"
Rumblin' Underground Lyrics
Broken glass is everywhere, crunchin' underfoot, the windswept streets preparing for the flood. A priest with a bible is doing all the p
Broken glass is everywhere, crunchin' underfoot, the windswept streets preparing for the flood. A priest with a bible is doing all the p
neuron flash in fifty watts pinpointing to the streetlight limbo.
told me it was chemistry why i behave like this.
why i move in misdirected impulse and speak in scrambled clusters of white
noise.
traction is not a term of endearment.
death is an experiment best conducted
EYE ON YOU Lyrics
I watch you on the tv--you're with me every place I go I'm caught up in the daydream--I'm into everyone you know Turn on the action--gra
face down.I watch you on the tv--you're with me every place I go I'm caught up in the daydream--I'm into everyone you know Turn on the action--gra
vertigo may not include spinning, but it ought to.
i am languid in the puddle, face full of concrete cellophane.
don't say a single word unless you speak with a drowning tongue.
i am not listening. i am not focusing.
my eyes have sunk and set and i am invincible.
Hummingbird Lyrics
There's a yellow flower by your bed Sadly droopin' it's perfumed head So you won't smell it, I know what you'll miss And t
'm water proof. someone said that heaven is just coincidental collision of There's a yellow flower by your bed Sadly droopin' it's perfumed head So you won't smell it, I know what you'll miss And t
electrons.
this is not the time for touching me.
i am a conduit changing colors, frantic humming televisions,
conducting city spasms, shorting voltage like a fuse.
the elevating vibrations of hysteria, a
American Feature Lyrics
This is not a movie. And there it is. Behind the patriotic soundtrack. This is not a movie. And there it is. Behind the patriotic so
mplified by the armor of the tarn.This is not a movie. And there it is. Behind the patriotic soundtrack. This is not a movie. And there it is. Behind the patriotic so
flashing lights paint veins across the sky.
and everyone along the roadside just wants to see a saint.
the serenity of sirens, the allure of the femme fatale.
her defibrillator hands can't stop me now.
i feel quite all right.