there Each time I see your tears makes me need a beer to relieve the fear I wanna keep a clear sky and fly away like a meteor outta here maybe next year
sky. So, leave me here all alone as you pack your smiles and a dream. Because, I am crying for something that I've given up on. Broken and given up on
need something special, all right You need a fast flyin' train on a tornado track To shoot you someplace and shoot you back You need a cyclone wind on a
and I?m waiting here for Jesus on my knees In August and everything after I want somebody else to bleed for me I said lalalalalalalalala... Came down from
you were sorry And that you love them? I saw an astronomer break down on CNN He said, a??I'm a scientist, not your fucking clergyman!a?? And no one
had lost their faith, a child was born, but no one could be the father, except for a god. This child was a gift from the skies of life-divine or...
And thus in the woman a life was conceived From the beginning the world was misled As a baby was born in a monastery bed The miracle happening here on
all the graves and broken bones For buried there a testament to the evil of a queen A misery that spread across a weak and stricken land The crimson birth
journey Entrance me to limbo I'm not Free Abandon all hope who enter here Enter the gates, charon awaits Abandon all hope who enter here For this is
from the battle Suruivors of the blast Lighting fills the sky To day will be last Blood stains on the earth As the night emits its shadow No hope of
have glazed our eyes over, no one saw a thing Have you finally accomplished this American dream This American dream of lies Hope For A Bleeding Sky
they fear her most; She wishes them a "short sad life for both!" [Part IV: Pursuits] Late that night the witch takes to the sky above the town Searching for
bleed you Gonna bleed you! Try! Cut your throat Abandoned our hope Blood, morning, lusting for trail Break the trust from dawn to dust Bring down the curtains on
the chunky, I'm a brew these punkies Stir I'm from the block but you don't pass like a flunky We make a bitch a mule and everybody act a donkey Yes, I
Got it from C-Note, from the Clover Animal thug, I thug for life So I ain't going, to the club tonight Block is bleeding, I'm here for the eating And
[Fullmoon] Sitting on a corner all alone, Staring from the bottom of his soul, Watching the night come in from the window It'll all collapse tonight
flowers for the dead An aging woman picks along the craters and the rubble A piece of cloth, a bit of shoe, a whole lifetime of trouble A sobbing chant comes from