Ink stained fingers promise everything and nothing And therein lies the story Its no easy sentiment, a conscious effort To save the last... I love you
trucks like animals With no food for a hundred miles or more So take them back to familiar shores There's no shame in wanting what others call a home
[Originally by The Ruts] Babylon is burning You're burning the street You're burning your houses With anxiety With anxiety Babylon is burning
watch the room Sitting pretty in full bloom Your stain on my fingers like a headache that the pills won't kill Your stain on my fingers like a headache
on your knees, conformity or dying on your feet for honesty Inbred, our bodies work as one bloody, but never cry submission Following our instinct not a
place For a taste, just a simple kiss The way you bend before the break and The way my throat would feel I'm scared of failure For a taste, just a simple
dreams away So what are we all built upon Soon fragile in decay What are we all built upon To take these dreams away Why need a Why need a new faith
The feelings of surprise Before my eyes It's a miracle It's a miracle On this christmas day On this christmas day It's a miracle It's a miracle It's
I'd like to say something slow down the bandwagon there's a million reasons I don't want to be here but you don't know me well enough to be the last
[This is an original version of their song "Waking Up"] Can't beat the best ones A little close maybe a bit to close You function, your turn out a flawless
'm the one, and i'm the one who... Prying eyes wander west to where oceans meet gold, and you wonder why my heart, it breaks for you. Stupid things
it, I won't say it I won't say what I don't know I never had any problem, to recognize it or a marble, You're a beautiful liar, You're never inspired
home And if you want me to hold you I won't We're all as travelled Its taking you home As you swallow your confession As it takes another second For
Is a lie just the truth uncovered and relinquished a passion for all young fools Is a lie more than truth a question left unanswered to feed the failure
wait for your breath to come your breath to come your breath to come your breath to come The fantasy of reality comes rushing through your head Just a
at the edge And they dived for hours Past sundown Until the body was wasted Did they conspire to this? Did you conspire to this? Thirty three and a
under your vest by the abdominal (yeah) Rhyme a few bars so I can buy a few cars (uh huh) And I kick a few flows so I can pimp a few hoes (let's go) Excellence
happens More fuckin' funerals, dead homies Niggas out here killin' each other I don't know why And when it happens to you just can't turn the other fuckin
