Hey what's your name? Do you feel the same way too? Siphon fuel don't make a sound And most of all don't let me down It comes as no surprise We're
Living, in the past For the future isn't here unless it is cast Sullen nights on a screen Searing through the break, the thoughts underneath He is Joe
You make yourself so beautiful, You make yourself so, so beautiful And now i feel like i'm going, I'm going to set myself on fire. I'm going to set
Animosities and apologies Back and forth we struggle, Falter, refrain with glue and string and deciphering We try, try, try to stay together Despite
number one in acquisitions now there is no foreign soil go global like a round thing go global like a hole to every money matchmaker splicing green
Got with the program, swallowed it whole, Sugar made it easy, ice made it cold. Reached out and touched them on a tv screen, Broke out the polish,
Words Words and expressions All these confessions Of where we stand How I see you And you see me Dedications of symmetry Together we will be forever
Somewhere in these private minds, The last one comes just in time to clear out The chambers and sew up the lips, 'Cause that's the price to pay for
That one is predetermined That one, it finds another This one comes in one window Sliding out the other We need an instrument to take a measurement
out here i can barely see my breath surrounded by jealousy and death i can't be reached i've only had one call dragged underneath seperate from you
The eyes have it and the eyes always will The eyes have it and they're watching you still Public witness charter - look out don't touch Public witness
These are our demands: We want control of our bodies. Decisions will now be ours. You can carry out your noble actions, We will carry our noble scars
Somewhere in these private minds, The last one comes out just in time To clear out the chambers and sew up the lips, 'Cause that's the price to pay
Recap in taxi No clothes no food Take care of the children We'll send for you soon Alien you find you feel at home everywhere You'll get by with
Out of the ashtray, into the ashtray. Out of the ashtray. there's nothing living, There's nothing given, Weekender's vision turns to working shoes.
A fine disservice Deceptive, too Check for the sender Sender was you Caught me wide open No simple burn This is complicated Calls for return Fine
Why don't you come to my house Why don't you drag me right out Past all the shit that i said i'm saying Why don't you cut up my mouth And i don't
Here comes another problem All wrapped up in solution It's ugly as it's strapped on And twice as hard to get behind Another sieve-fisted find Lost