time What's on your mind? You make me feel so helpless I, you never tried, what's on your mind? You make me feel so helpless I, I feel so helpless,
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after time what's on your mind you make me feel so helpless i you never tried what's on your mind you make me feel so helpless i i feel so helpless i
still screaming a man in fire or lime Under a grey cloud dim dark through green light In all my dreaming before my helpless sight He plunges at me
still screaming a man in fire or lime under a grey cloud dim dark through green light in all my dreaming before my helpless sight he plunges at me
gettin' shot up Now I could not walk away 'Cause I got caught up in the scene Wonderin' what would happen To this poor and helpless fiend Well my homie
: Alone... she was... and we face this journey alone... Helpless and weak, dependent on others' decisions and needs. But who's to say what is right?
Metallica] No mercy for what we are doing No thought to even what we have done We don't need to feel the sorrow No remorse for the helpless one War
deadly spikes, tightening cables lacerate Assorted gashes open wide Ruptured veins are gushing blood, scraps of skin are flying off The body of the helpless
: [music: Webster/Owen] [lyric: Webster] [vocal patterns: Webster/Fisher] Screwdriver repeatedly lands in his face Gouges and hacks at the man of disgrace
clouds Like gambolling lambs And I am breathless over you And the red-breasted robin Beats his wings His throat it trembles When he sings For he is helpless
: Rising up Tearing down What you are Threatening Never seen All around Every face Every eye Watching you Weakening Grip of pain Won't let go All
: You're just a waste of time You're just a babbling face You're just three sick holes that run like sores You're a fucking waste You're like a slug
effect Scream! As she tries to push him over Helpless and sick With teeth of madness Jump jump dance and sing Sideways across the desert A charcoal face
to keep my veil on my face Janine, Janine, you'd like to know me well But I've got things inside my head That even I can't face Janine, Janine, you'
a nation hides Its organic minds in a cellar...dark and grim They must be very dim) Day after day They take some brain away Then turn my face around
