Well I've been convicted with and without reason Tarred and feathered like a piper on a killing spree And felt the anger of generations And been the target
Play the fence, one way you're gonna fall Sometimes I don't know who you are at all Your opinion is something that you've got inside But I see the loyalty
As I stare into the fire All my thoughts go up in flames Here I stare into the fire And I'll be waiting on the rain The box I keep myself in closes out
Remember when we were young just two kids on the run With our fists full of dreams Took it awhile, playin' it cool stayed up late cuttin' school While
Hey, six foot one and lonely Dressed in spaghetti rags Standing at the bus stop With her alligator bags What can you do? No, no, no, what can I do? I
Building shrines to gods you'll never know praying for rian settling for snow. Spinning out of know your name? Do you even care? times to beats impaired
peel me like dead skin hate to the bone drag you through my field of thorns and drop you like a stone hold me under water kick me to the curb all my wolves
Woke up to the sound of pouring rain The wind would whisper and I'd think of you And all the tears you cried that called my name But when you needed me
As the day breaks through the doorway And I'm still chained to this house But you call me and I follow And act like I'm so proud Still reading the sidewalk
You're testing my patience I've got nothing but time You'll never break down the wasll in my mind When I truly test your threshold of pain Your fetishes
There's a sound in my head. Holy wine, breakin' bread between time and what we said drifts the innocence we've shed. In this moment there's a day
I sold my soul for you You cut my life in two Nightmares from what I've seen and where I've been Made me run from you again Controlling, big brother'
I have been here for so long I've carried all the weight 'til something pulls me underneath the tide Climb to where the air is thin so I can breathe
Eightball hanging overhead flushed out like Frankenstien one more for the living dead thats not me this time knocked down I've been down before yet still
I never promised you the sunshine you never handed me the moon we're pulling threads out of our faded silver lining we've grown out of our cocoon The
Is there a problem? The laugh of the rich man Has got you crying poor Are you as heavy as hell in a handbag Or just a virgin whore? If the weight of
Everything's changed all ties are strained...to say the least concepts deranged It's just the way I see you I only see the real you You can't
What was it you once said That there would be things in life that couldn't be Not for a second did I believe you Not for a minute did I believe that Within