Phone me and I'll hang up Sick and tired of being a bubble gum chewed up Dark, cold, bleak house shrinking rose You're over and out Tie a cherry boot
You can keep breathing I only fall when you are near me, incomplete I only talk when you can hear me, keep dreaming Can?t wake up until I?m sleeping,
Sacrifice my vanity, kick off my heels A careless weight on your hatred Understand it's so simple, a simple please To keep the faithful on a wounded knee
She looks ahead, she paints her toe nails red, She's wet and wild, a typical 90's child, She makes every move they make, She takes everything they take
You're not the sun, it's just a light Waking early Sunday morning You're not my church, it's just the bells Ringing sweetly through the house And in
Roll on, these doors are open Roll off, you can come next time I'm in love with your confusion, on your knees When you're breathing through your elbows
Your heart is served cold Your sights are set in perfect stone And when you go you go alone And when you stand you're on your own I wash the streets
[Music: Patrick] Let there be the art Painful urge to create in all matter embodied Let there be the stars to sign the work For earthbound creation to
The final chapter has already been written The story has been told In another dimension, beyond the reach of time There is no more, no more to behold
Death reigns over the earth Oppressing justice and truth Nations plagued by despair Are collapsing hopelessly into themselves We watch while sanity dies
It hurts to see you live your life Revolving around death And to see your heart When I can't see your face so far away One foot in front of the other
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I bear these scars A constant reminder of my own inadequacy I've held everything and nothing all at once And all at once been altogether broken But even
My heart has never been enough Breathing just barely gets me by For a time the consequences Of being human won't be undone by human hands I turn my head
The time has come, arise from death Victory is close at hand Take up the sword and follow me Out of nothing into a new creation A thousand decades of
There's nothing I can say That hasn't already been said I'm just repeating myself Repeating someone else Equally incapable of Uttering a single new thought
If my body was broken open And You could look inside Would You only find flesh? Just the useless parts of an obsolete machine Would there be any sign
Behold the man without strength The strongest man that ever lived Behold the end of all things The end of all things just beginning The weak are marching