As a desolated subway As an empty city street It takes me a way Towards oceans of concrete A grey walk into the void Through faceless humans Nauseating
It's always nice to look out the window And see those very first few flakes of snow And later on we can go outside And create the impression of an angel
I guess it's safe to say you're never comin' back And I understand why you wouldn't want to I guess it's up to me to find a way to get to you And I can
Yeah, I'm not angry and, no, I'm not upset It's taken me awhile, but this is what I've learned Emotional attachment is really not a threat When I'm simply
And I've collected all these thoughts And I'm dying just to lose them And if your words are true or not I'll die tryin' to prove them But I'll just have
i guess it's up to me to look like i'm the one who's fine you can only see the one who's not like your own kind i'll pretend to be okay and you that i
Born in a city, no more than a wasteland Flash point, a struggle to the bitter end Productive life, serenity a god send Auxiliary, a second class citizen
I'm standin' on the edge of Vesuvius My mouth is runnin' dry Drunk on wine and wisdom Giving it all away Old enough to hate tomorrow Young enough not
Raise in the screams of the dying light; Born into tragedy, Existing violently. Forced disregard of all humanity Product of a war. Where a generation
Without space, without time I am deaf, I am blind Without motion, without sound Like a flower underground I can't see, I don't feel I can't touch, I
We tried assassinations, it's the same Demonstrations and violence but it's still the same to me Economic sanctions, it's the same Tried dragging their
Oh baby, unlike you I'm trying hard to get with you I guess I'm not so into you It's unfortunate I'm not used to any other space Lately I've been trying
Drink, Sex, Cigarettes Ford Cortina household pets Bombs? War? Famine? Death? An apathetic public couldn t care less The Public watches ITV Reads The
[Music: S. Drover, G. Drover] [Lyrics: S. Drover] Closing my eyes from a cynical world left behind Memories gone without a trace Emotional burnout -
how can you call this land we walk on free two centuries of deception a system put in place dollars bear their face equal rights those who can afford
La la la la La la la la la La la la la La la la la la La la la la La la la la la I wanna be the richest American I wanna live out on the street So many
the person staring through the person staring through the reflective you've turned and run off with all to the other side with you and i know, i know
What's the matter What's the difference You'll feel better if you lie With the stars in your eyes Honey, honey Where's my baby She know better than to