face again - exhale moments left unspoken once again sought out the bridge you have formed i'll jump face first into the rocks - far from this home strike
I always faced the strong situations I always made my own decisions I gotta some time to think and fell me alive I gotta 23 years old now and my life
She's got a green spike hair she's a punk rocker and she's goin' to our shows Shes' got a big tattoo and a piercing too she doesn't know where go another
It?s been a long road but here we are The scared years become so far Trough our life we worked together We hope this feel stay up forever We are only
Waking up this night cause nothin' fells all right but this time I'll take a vacation pack my baggage leave my friend leave my home you can't understand
When I want you, need you, hate you, now My life still to goes by Burning flames on my red eyes are falling down Still falling down tonight My time
only oppress for so long and then you will be left burning. Woah oo oh oh. You're a Striker... Don't take it... You're a Striker. The Strikers were a
What you gonna do when the lightning strikes and hits you? Who ya gonna call for the secret of stealing the world? Swimming in this ocean of words on
Hey, another one of them Flipmode joints Busta rhymes y'all, word mother y'all, check it out, y'all Just swing to the left, swing to the right Make ya
Little prick, you're crossing every line The winds of change and the sands of time 7 & 3 is the striker's name Washing his hands as he walks away Come
So, shadow, tell me what you need, wait Exactly is what I'm saying You got the power up to ten or what? And and you can't keep it there Yeah, okay the
2nd time my mama replied Said, "You gotta let him be a man" 3rd time I had it with your lying So sorry wouldn?t work again So I said, "3 strikes, you
This song goes out To all the hopeless sinners With grave allegiances So meaningless and vain The walking wounded In a pageant of contenders Who balance
Somewhere high in the desert near a curtain of a blue St. Anne's skirts are billowing But down here in the city of the lime lights The fans of Santa Ana
Maybe it?s too late for intellectual debate But a residue of confusion remains All changin' with the times And you better make up your minds Are the average
Here we go now No one here can show you where it is but I can point to a sign On the roof of the world without apparent design The frozen definition
"Drop dead, it doesn't matter" she said "It only hurts when I laugh" she said Sometimes it's never a crime To spend the day in bed She made certain that
Strikin' at mental apparitions Like a drunk on a vacant street Silently beset by the hands of time Indelicate in its fury An aberrant crack as skeletons
