& nothing has grown. A table, a chair, an internet nightmare, When will the forest speak? When all is dried up and way too weak? Wait for nightfall, it's so beautiful
shiny shopping malls 'Cause greedy human beings will always lend a hand With the destruction of this worthless jungle land And what a beautiful machine
link verbs Golden Arms song truly to restore the Earth's beauty Grant me a beast, stamp kill me with the jury When I tone a capell, Hell has beauty A
stay In open arms we put our trust they put us on a big red bus Twin spirits soaking up a dream Fuel to feed the press machine After years that were
Dear Darlin, Your mom, my friend Left a message on my machine She was frantic Saying you were talking crazy. That you wanted to do away with yourself
demise, We should not make the same mistake twice We're kept alive by artificial means We've lost our souls to a world of machines Listen to the Warning
she wanted to see And turns to me And turns to me And turns to... She was prophesied For an early slide Followed it to the letter Well kept beauty
Did Did Did Did You hear the falling bombs [g) Point Me at the Sky] [Gary Wehrkamp:] Hey Eugene, this is Henry McClean And I've finished my beautiful flying machine
a kiss on your answering machine. Oh help me please, is there someone who can make me wake up from this dream? Spending my time, watching the days go by. Feeling so small
: Dear Darlin, Your mom, my friend Left a message on my machine She was frantic Saying you were talking crazy. That you wanted to do away with yourself