This plane will crash, if we want it to. I’ll put it off. “Til tomorrow, I guess.” This ship will sink, if we ask it to. Oh my god, I’m dying here. That’s alright with me. Bleeding out. This plane will crash, if we want it to. I’ll put it off. “Til tomorrow, I guess.” A house on fire, and we’re warming up. Oh my god, I’m dying here. That’s alright with me. Bleeding out.
It’s too late. They’re blocking out the sun. And we watch him stumble like a drunken man. But we don’t weep. No, we damn well sing. It’s too late. They’re blocking out the sun. And I’ve always wondered just how I’d feel. So I’ll just admit that I liked it. But we wish it were all so simple. Take a single shot, and just move on. It only takes a bullet. I’m not trying to be alarmist, but isn’t it a little obvious? If we were fucked then, we are fucked now.
lie in wait, i know my plans i know my place a silent man but the old way they won't get to speak animus, i admit you owe me
There’s a lot that's been spoken. Man, we’re making a mess. Come here, there’s a fog rolling in. Never see it again. Feeling like Durst, wanna break stuff. But I’d rather be like Bazan. Hard to be a decent human being but I think I know what I am. Simple things that I have left That bring me to my knees Bottles of Jinro and Marlboro Red. Fever, memories, a dream where I can’t seem To get out the apartment.
Deportation twitter feed. I am electric. Ketamine, cocaine, speed Tired and restless Stop running from me. Itchy trigger finger like gonorrhea.
Been away for years, And war is coming home. Never mention what I found. And I’ll sleep away the day when the night Never promised anything. I think I’ll have another vodka soda lime, I see her laying in our bed, Sleeping.
I awake in my open grave Clock me in, punch me out But these saves I make, my only thing Everyone makes me nervous Still awake in my open grave Burst and bloom through the air But these saints I pray are only men Why should I live in service? Don’t weigh me down.