Your eyes like crashing jets Fixed in stained glass But not religious You should pay rent in my mind Say like the french say bon soir regret a demain
Can't ask for more so why unfulfilled We take apart everthing we build Had it right here but now it's gone On and on Break
And he's happy because she's got skin And she's happy just to let him in When he asks will you let me in? And from a place where they share skin,
congratulations. stop. wish i could be there. stop. tell me something i don't know. is there anything left to know? stop. stop. stop. stop. stop. accessory
I want to go I want to get out All guns are loaded And have gone off now I'm channeling 17 dead revolutions That have long gave up the ghost One
Your etiquette Your rules on interaction What are you waiting for? Nobody's home we're all out trying to find one What are we waiting for? The recipe
Exuent. This is three minute axcess, So pop the question. Will we leave the last place burning? Or do we just get leaving? Red-light, red-light my
Pride no longer has definition Everybody wears it, it always fits A state invoked for the lack of position Strength is the bait that keeps us so busy
Son of a gun and knife and bomb Son of a bitch earned every stitch Son of a father's son yes I know I'm one Now it's time to pull the switch Touch
looking out for cars and mortality trying to find some sort of geometry avoiding mistakes keep an eye on every step i take everything is building and
Here's a list of side effects Practice tested Covering every malice angle For example you will sleep forever You will never sleep again Yawn to yawn
Here's an all new version Teeming with distractions Trojan horse rolled backwards Mastered buy your own device Then splice in then cut to the sad
The sun came up The sun came out The sun did us in The sun came out and tore us up It ripped the shit out of our behinds We drove home on towels
this is a song with no words but no one can hear the missing they just look at my mouth and look at my mouth and say hey man, i know where you're coming
I'm sick with this I'm sick with this Situation avoided or just missed? My own sweet time says it's ten twenty four Hardly recognise simple things
Moves so slowly Grows so smoothly Takes so neatly It's as if they belong and they've been here all along Grows so smoothly Moves so slowly Takes
I spent it all On the bag On the drag The sun comes up, the tide rolls out The trucks roll by the park still a park Where children play and pick
I never thought too hard on dying before I never sucked on the dying I never licked the side of dying before And now I'm feeling the dying You've