So they visit you, in the dead of night They make love alone They say that it's all right, that it's Just the same Do you like them? Do you want them
Pushing, pulling me down again Pushing, pulling me down again It's getting bad I can't breathe I won't let them in I won't let them in Crushing, pushing
You don't know how to start I don't know what to choose You know I feel confused Just look inside your heart And find out who you are You better take
[?] I have an empty soul It's a warning I feel that you should know It's a warning If you leave, if you leave What am I? I will follow, I will follow
I know it hurts, what you believe: That everything is just as seems The walls are cracked, the road is long And I can't tell if their will is that strong
Catch the thief Bring him home so he won't ever Break in Give your hands To an enemy, smile and ask how They've been Your sewing machine, it won't slow
I see the children, I see all their scars I fear the monsters that don't know who they are When did this all start? When did this all start? When did
These walls were built for you Anmorata, Your secrets never die Your garden's never dry Feel it feed me Feel it feed me Feel it feed me Feel it feed
The pushers The shakers The feelers The fakers The loudness The silence The sweetness (The violence) My wings will pull me up into the sky [words
Irridescent eyes of the seahorse rise Treasure she loves Others dispise A shooting star shan't fall very far Dim fireflies held in glass jars April showers
Gather round to hear this tale A story which has grown old Torn of their pride Stars crash and collide The wrecking yard's grown cold They may laugh and
awful sick" The man looked up at me and said, "Mox-nix" (Which means that he was not overly concerned with my health) Next thing I knew he had a switchblade
He's gonna go down, If I keep turning him around. I don't want to see him go, Don't want to see him go. No, because he's seen A lot of fast-talkin' women
you we were crazy, I told you we were bold. With my switchblade at my side, Well my crew's untouchable. I don't go anywhere without my switchblade,
dead And I'm gonna beat you with a blow to the head You'll never forget me for the rest of my life Cause I am gonna cut you like a switchblade knife
awful sick" The man looked up at me and said, "Mox-nix" Which means that he was not overly concerned with my health Next thing I knew he had a switchblade
The color gray is a haunting colour And if my minds a web I'd weave in some more color Besides gray Life is redundant Not always verdant, so... Yellow
GATHER ROUND TO HEAR THIS TALE A STORY WHICH HAS GROWN OLD TORN OF THEIR PRIDE STARS CRASH AND COLLIDE THE WRECKING YARD GROWS COLD THEY MAY LAUGH AND