It's almost as if I can't say anything new. Well, I know that can't be true, because of people like you. The one's who started this, and left it up to
to see what it'd be like To feel your pain, you feel mine Go inside each others' minds Just to see what we'd find Look at shit through each others'
you find, now that you're whole. II. Total Mass Retain Anderson/Squire My eyes convinced, eclipsed with the younger moon attained with love. It changed as almost
and done Now that you find Now that you're whole My eyes convinced, eclipsed with the younger moon attained with love It changed as almost strained
Every day He's farther away Only the skies above him Watching him fly With a gleam in his eye Wouldn't you love to love him? I know It's not safe too
talkin' about the money he owed How he took the bills and he paid a little somethin' on each one Like he'd put somethin' on his light bill, somethin' on his
' the kitten, the cat stacks 'Bout to turn around and write a book about both of them bitches Next stop, to the top I done went from A to X,Y Almost at
ahead, and they should do it in their own way, but do something, you know. Questioner: so everybody should throw out his part of hitler out of his soul
, weakness, chaos, stillness he watched until he could recite each scene from memory, eventually he wrote his own books about what he saw and he made his own
There was a time I don't know when I didn't have much time for men But this is now and that was then, I'm learning A girl alone, all on her own Must
his coming. Sweet Jesus have mercy on me. Sweet Jesus, they share his agony. Sweet Jesus, they share his misery. Fuck his loaded deity. * Over half
, okay, Go ahead, and they should do it in their own way, but do something, you know. Questioner: so everybody should throw out his part of hitler out of his
even almost got me killed 'cause the lights were green, We watched Alvin and chipmunks and made out a lot, We kissed so much that we almost forgot the
we can bring forth gain Rise the dead, from the graves of slaves Fly the head of the men in the caves Try instead, to unify with our own plan Why do
Never taste of the fruit You never thought to question why It's not like you killed someone It's not like you drove a hateful spear into his side Praise
as soon as I could. If someone stood up in a crowd And raised his voice up way out loud And waved his arm and shook his leg You'd notice him If someone
earth That sits just by the road His rigid features inexpressive He flings his son's blonde head upon the heap This last act earns him his metamorphosis
