Lyrics:
moving in
Chase out the pests
The piper's calling us away
Now I stand atop a rubble pile that once was my home but I have saved a brick each time I
on acicular sticks, uncontrolled blubbering
Atop gavelocks, punctured gralloch haemorrhage, therein
Their final view of this motley crew eating finewed kin
chest cavity opened for fun
Broken ribcage sags atop your exploded lungs
Gasping for air as your jugular drains
You're having slight chest pains
Your
Sitting atop of the throne you've built, peering down upon an average boy. filled with mistakes, instilled by insecurities. a hardened shell that I
Sittin' on the edge, atop a canyon
I'm a piece of time too small to name
There's a sign that's hanging over me
Let me disappear and try again
Been atop of the New York skyline
Sailed across the ocean blue
Been alone on a desert island
And I've been a guru too
Don't you write her off
I sprout confused from atop my head.
These ears as teeth between my legs.
Who has the nerve to sing la la la?
Tie down all the moves.
Conceived
wiggley, wiggley, wiggley, wiggley wiggley, wiggley, viggley, wiggley worm
Now your dreams have come true
(High atop an ivory tower, counting every
bother don't you fret
Here comes the father yet
Whatcha doin' up atop my roof
Creepin' 'cross them shingles
You 'bout scared me half to death girl
The snow covered plains
Early dawn
"As the village greets a new day,
The old Crow cries atop the pine.
Spiritually bounded with nature
From the dark - from the recesses burns anew
A gaze of greed with sights so beset on another
Like a jewel it did shimmer atop gold hills made
Sometimes at night I lay awake
A preponderance of pondering the rules I gotta break
And what lies atop the laundry list of risks I gotta take
I
for you at the cost of your life
Now I stand atop the mountain, my killings have no end in sight
I am the master killer
Fall to me
Pray for a way out
by every sound
And though your head unlocks
You run atop the log
Still it may have been true I wasted time
It comes in like a cut above your eye
Do you
One hundred bright green birds atop a Tesco in Clapham
Me on you, it didn't make sense, but it happened
Now I'm flying home just like I always do
masterless cattle
Overlords hanging by a thread
With a bit of bravado, maybe tomorrow
We'll be atop the heap
While the rest of Hell's pissing
Vagabond or a bag of bones?
They lay out loose atop the soil
They lay out and here comes the sun
And the winds to blow me away
Who who are you, who
speak from the tombstone atop my grave I will do in my life what will live forever""
magazines.
I will tell our story,
To the papers in the lorry.
We'll embrace atop a flatbed,
We're the only two who lasted.
We will race along the lakeshore,
I
the jaws of the beast
We are not one in the same
Atop the crimson pyre
Smoldering and ashen wings
Flay me of my desire
I feel nothing at all
Conscription calling his name, one more night of freedom
An heiress high up atop the stands
And the lines are open
That's Lucky Star, Eye Sore, Doctor
for the night to take us
I'm waiting for the night to wake us
I'm waiting for the night to break us
And we stood atop the jukebox
And sang until
up and down my street
It was there I spied the bloke
Perched atop of his milk crate throne
He eyed me off as I approached
Then he said
I'm
push and pull me in your bed
The way your eyes play games inside my head
Hovering, right atop your waist
Lingering for just another taste
'Cause I
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