Woke up this morning with a strange sense of dread Brewed my own coffee, made my own bed No breakfast laid out, no freshly baked bread I had a pop tart
I bought another dinner for one I sit and watch some pointless re-run And the tears fall down 'Cause this is not what I had planned I stare at all the
What good is melody, what good is music If it ain't possessin' something sweet? Nah, it ain't the melody and it ain't the music There's something else
Soho nights were my favourite They were the nights, so full of flavour Fun was free, and talk was cheap Drinks were dirty like the streets! Soho nights
In the cool of the evening When everything is getting kind of groovy You call me up and ask me Would I like to go with you and see a movie? First I say
All the old paintings on the tombs They do the sand dance, don't you know? If they move too quick, oh, whey, oh They're falling down like a domino All
Far beyond was a time of fame, a time of joy But for now, only dark days and nights spent cold and shivering. Working the corner at a quarter to three
We have all the time in the world Time enough for life to unfold All the precious things love has in store We have all the love in the world If that'
If you're fond of sand dunes and salty air Quaint little villages here and there You're sure to fall in love with old Cape Cod If you like the taste
There was a girl who thought the world Was filled with gold and pearls She smiled with the bright eyes Of those who trust in life She had been taught
Spirits move me, every time I'm near you Whirling like a cyclone in my mind You are my life line, angel of a lifetime Answer to all answer that I can
Visions, evil Fire, sculpture Souls, turds Vomit, silence Distorted Ripping, bastard Filthy black shit The rise of the end My heart is a filthy black
Pangs of silence From the room upstairs How's the view there? Do you read What they're Saying about you? That you're no fun Since the war was won In
Pangs of silence From the room upstairs How's the view there? Do you read what they're saying about you? That you're no fun Since the war was won In
day when the curtain of night Will fall and never rise The dead shall rise again Pleasure turn to pain The Ascension Nothing will survive Hell shall come alive The Ascension
Oh, my soul, sometimes We don't know what to do We work so hard being tough on our own But now it's me and you Let's give it up, sad bones 'Cause we
I got the funky feel like B-Real I put all in your head up wit the pure raw skill Franklins are my favorite bills No hands, my favorite type of windmills
healing stitches when i just want to lay in my bed and be comforted by the delicate touch of insomnia conjoined with this cancer we are one i beg the