Lyrics:
silly string
Oh the pain and sorrow
Never thought the haunting of
Such a temporary love
Could make me beg and borrow
Nothing like tomorrow
Nothing
I gotta hurricane
Inside my brain
Where up is down
And I'm in pain tryin' to figure out just
Where I am
And where I'm going
In this ocean I drown in
handed back the flanny
T.V. static
Blades by the phone
T.V. static
Blades by the phone
T.V. static
Ash on the table
I can't
Stand this pain not anymore
I
Whenever I'm left in the cold
Whenever there's pain in my soul
Whenever I'm losing control
And I feel like I'm all alone
Whenever I'm lost
sweet this sleep I try not to
Care no heartbeat fake smiles
Cold hands in dirt at least I lived
As hard as I could you made my life
Complete you
kids find it awkward
Female paupers on a quest, midnight marauders
Street corners is the office, the lawyers and the bosses
Pass by, cheating on their
There are some on the streets
Gone living by the gun and beliefs
Some by notes of pianos
Played on and on you see
There are some on the streets
Gone
yeah
Shut the trap I ain't hearing what you say
I been through the pain
Look at the scars in my hands
In my soul but I keep moving
You hating, keep
sorry
You walked by me
Whispering you love me
When I tried to hold you tight
You pulled away but you wanted me to stay
Instead you ran away
Baby,
Why you go talk say
E no sweet you
After I buy you Luivi and Lubotin shoe
Why you dey talk say
You no wan do
Why you go talk say
E dey pain you
Why you
Ima win this wit remy
Dunkin like Bron from a sweet dime from penny
I think I'm addicted to holding my henny
I been in the stu for bout plenty days
when
Old Jack Daniels came walking my way
Tennessee Tea
Wash your southern comfort over me
Sweet Jimmy Beam
An old fashion girl like me
Just a blowing
The wrath of pain
in a symphony of light I rise
beyond the distant sky
Cast down from the sky
like an echo from a dream
banished by the one
an unholy end
erased by the rise of new kind of misanthropic wrath.
The earth is scorched,
As we dwell towards the gates of our mortal existence.
The twisted
Ancient psalms once heard in the temple
Sweet old hymns from days gone by
Blend and swell again in His honor
And as one they testify
And the song we
pain
I must hear this sound again 'cause time is passing
Mmm.
I'm walking by the sea and the shingle sings for me
The crabs are swimming down among
of the night when your body moans with pain. Don't worry about that wayward child, 'cause He heard you call his name. He'll put food in your kitchen when you
to play
Some don't give a shit, if the pain exist
Some drained by the volume of the tears lost
Others got the pain hangin' in the future
The pain way
As a tot, when I trotted in little velvet panties,
I was kissed by my sisters, my cousins, and my aunties.
Sad to tell, it was hell, an inferno
around is made of pounds of pain
No one on the hills knows I'm insane
No cypress grows, on my trip to space
By the grace of my parents
God told 'em
'Twas so good to be young then, to be close to the earth,
And to stand by your wife at the moment of birth.
A time to be reapin', a time to be sowin'.
hunger for more
In pain I have found purpose
This life consumed by darkness
So push your fingers into my skull
Gaze upon my mournful twisted thoughts
The pain comes
Why not push it away
She stands there
With a handful of hay
To put under my legs
To sooth my head
While I lay in bed
I count sheep
a place for you and me
Through the wind and rain
You're my everything
Tell me words
Tell me sweet little words
Words I don't know
Only whispers are heard
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