: Walking on a broken glass of one's tortured soul These shadows tell me of a pale forgotten age Exploring new horizons of exhaustion I lip my tongue
You gave me this, made me give Your silver grin, still sticking it in You have soul machine, soul machine The longest kiss, peeling furniture days Drift
Shake it up, ma, shake it up, girl Shake it up, bass Hey, shake it up, shake it up She makes me think of lightnin' in skies Her name, she's sexy How
The night's just getting longer Oh, am I still lonely? And the days are getting slower Is this for some reason? I'm still lonely [Chorus:] Now that I
She's a loaded gun In my shaking hands Am I in hell Or the promised land? (What's your name?) So I'ma tell you my name When I'm on your skin (You can
Take control of the atmosphere Take me far away from here There is no better loss than to lose myself in you In a parachute to glide, I am captive in
Take a bow, pack on powder Wash 'em out with buzzing lights Pay an audience to care 'Impress me' personality Still and transfixed, the electric sheep
How can we close our eyes When the walls around us Wear thinner each day? How can we mute our voices When a parade of chaos marches Throughout the land
to tell you what it was that she saw Now see her standing on the table with her small arms flailing And you feel such compassion in your soul for your mute
Boca que arrastra mi boca. Boca que me has arrastrado: boca que vienes de lejos a iluminarme de rayos. Alba que das a mis noches un resplandor rojo y
I never said a word, to you. And on the night you said you were leaving, I wanted to cry. Because I'm just mediocre, that's what I am, in my eyes. So
See, it's not like I didn't mean what I said when I said I'll put my money where my mouth is And I put my money where my mouth was Until I couldn't breathe
I feel like I've been blown apart. There are pieces here I don't know where they go, I don't know where they go Kiss me on my salty lips I bet you
(Lyrics & Music: G. Thorpe, C. Albert) You got the power with that tongue To break a man down bring him up again All that you got is not enough To satisfy
He's got fasting black lungs Made of clove splintered shards They're the kind that will talk through wheezing of coughs And I hear him Every night
The ocean floor is hidden from your viewing lens a depth perception languished in the night all my life I've been sowing the wounds but the seeds spread
25 wives in the lake tonight raw bark in the water of the marble shrine 25 snakes pour out your eyes yeah the icepicks cumming on the marble shrine 25
There was a frail syrup dripping off his lap danced lapel punctuated by her decrepit prowl she washed down the hatching Gizzard soft as a mane of needles