I'm a Spiller, Spiller, I. I spill. I'm a Spiller, Spiller, I, I spill. Disrupt the trash that you organize, I spread my wrath right before your eyes. I'm a Spiller, Spiller, I, spill. I'm a Spiller, Spiller, I, I spill.
It is early in the morning, and I've yet to find sleep. Not to say that I'm searching, my thoughts are too deep. I think of you and I think of her, women on my mind no suprise. I think of how both my beloved are asleep next to other guys. I think of my childhood dreams, and how most of them I still keep. I recall the times that i smiled and had no trouble falling asleep in my own room. Insomnia of gloom.
I saw an old man lighting up, I asked to *** a ****. He told me that he's on his last, I know hes just blowing smoke. Like love it hurts to get rejected, but hurts more not to know. Stuck to breathe the poison fresh air on this lone walk home.
Only hours away, it could be a man with a million dollars. Only minutes away, it could be a guy with a gun. Only seconds away, it could be a love that will last forever. But if it gets away, there might not ever be one.
I have a snapshot of her smile In my mind I'll view it while I dial The hotline To tell them I'm thinking about falling They sigh Well since you keep on calling Give it a try I look at the picture One more time In my mind
Enlightened am I? Si senior! Lightbeams from umaginitive rhelms shoot down from the desperate heavens Peircing Penetrating Conquering my mortality Not deceased, just... Asleep from the slave of me. The sculptured emprisoned spirit within finally basks in the unruptured blissful state of this lucid life. ... Its gone. You're gone.
My head is a fortress of sinful desire Berated that others are the same as me I wish they were cool, just I on fire But we all crave genitalia, violence, greed They say man is good, deepdown so saintly But I've known the truth, and i think you do too A holy being in robes and halo just aint me But I've just been trying to fit in with all of you
Awoke by a light, bleeding through the blinds. Falling flush on my face. I don't mind, though I have for the longest time. Now the light I embrace.
This is a nice little place.
Turn on my mind, take a guess at the time. I guess it's a quarter past eight. Close alright, it's eight o'nine. Not too early, and too late.
This is a nice little place This is a nice little place Walk around these rooms, feeling safe it's here I deal with the gloom, and find my grace This is my home for now, for now, for now.
Megan You make me feel so badly Why don't you turn around? Megan You know I love you madly My heart weighs about a pound. Don't blame me if i ever doubt you You know i couldn't live without you Megan You are the only only only.
Mel, Melliflucious say the songs she sings. Like glimpses in the longing and belonging it seems. Hymns flow by like daydreams, end with gin and a nod. ... I am the God
They fly by me smiling, so I don't get in the way I'm floating on an island and I'm gonna stay here all day. The moon has taken over the old tyrant sun. ... I am the One
And when the ground had settled, and I couldn't keep her awake. I dreamed about tomorrow, and what difference it'd make. And child would adore me for all the miles I've ran ... I am the man
There's eight dead in Mississippi. My hair makes me look like a hippy. It's awfully cold for the month of June. I hope it warms up soon.
The skinny chef is serving something strange. Benjamins are out begging for change. The shaggy barber gives a skinhead a trim. The chunky trainer tells me how to get slim.
There's attacks in the UK. I haven't anything to do today. I think I'll walk along the railroad. See how far it goes.
The skinny chef is serving something strange. Benjamins are out begging for change. The shaggy barber gives a skinhead a trim. The chunky trainer tells me how to get slim.
A young boy drowned in the river. My girl's touch makes my body quiver. Superteams ruined in NBA. But that's okay.
The skinny chef is serving something strange. Benjamins are out begging for change. The shaggy barber gives a skinhead a trim. The chunky trainer tells me how to get slim.
I'm not comfy in my streetclothes. I'd like to be wrapped up in silk. I poured a big bowl of cherrios . But I don't have any milk. Ooohh I don't have any milk. Oh no no I don't have any milk.
He left early in the morning, with the mountain on his mind. Peered up to the peak above and then began the climb. The city and its people sure would not be missed Not since he had his innoncence, such days he reminiced. He reached the peak in hours, with knees fatigued and sore. He looked down at towers, he could've sworn that there were more. He took a seat on the grass, he deserves a break at last. He never could stand it when he felt the best times had passed. He watched the sun as it began to set, alone but at ease. He fell asleep with no alarm set, gently kissed by the breeze.
My soul's a heavy sleeper And I take the path that's paved I gather up the pipe dreams And ambitions that I've saved
I send them up in smoke Like the phantoms of my mind Into the great horizon Where nobody else can find
As men we are great instruments of discord and unrest I subside to my cradle and I nurture from the breast Of all who came before me and I hear their puerile cry They feed me with a ladle as I let the world pass by
Life was a cell with a scenic view Not a moment free, yet not a thing to do
Oh where should I take us my guardian spirit I've a voice to move mountains but no one to hear it I've had visions at night that will haunt the town's mornings I've shook many a folks but they've ignored my warnings I've given and taken and find myself hollow I've searched many bright ally's for a figure to follow I've loved and I've hated and lusted for an end I've stepped on your heart than prayed it to mend I've lied and I've listened to the mouthpiece of heaven I've sworn in their eyes that I'd soon change my livin
And I've been blue What can I do All of this rain On me and you Oh it's a new moon that's gonna rise!
I went back to see a childhood friend I hadn't heard, I hadn't heard Her old glory lay bare in ruins The memories burn, the memories burn Oh life was always such a delight With you in my sight Cedar Run Safety, peace, harmony, set beneath, the sheltered sun Cedar Run Ode to Cedar Run
In old oak park He showed you me When it not dark My heart cant see Now im alone You're with family The hole has grown Of what you meant to me I was so close I was the king You came back home Youd walk for me Now i crawl On hand and knee The world has called Me down from trees In old oak park I search for thee Our path do cross You look past me In old oak park I pray to be With you, oh lord Its all i'd need
I can see into my brothers heart. I can see beneath his skin so dark. I can see that he's the same as me. I can see that when I cut he bleeds. Can't you see that when you cut we bleed? And sympathy no longer breeds with ease.
I wish my womb garden could've been photographed. The lights toyed with my inhebition. The Galaxy transformed. Im in the fishbowl. Oh way I still dont know what I'm talking about. I had feared that I never would've returned onced I left. I dont know if im glad I was wrong. I kept hearing voices. Now I keep seeing faces. They can't all be fiction.
Swallow til i can behave The way that my killers crave Hate this life but fear the grave Ooohhh wwwhhhhyyyyyyyyyyyy Head hung waiting on the step She claims that she over slept But i know secrets cant be kept Dooonnnttt ttttrrrrrrryyyyyyyyyy Limp back home with just a hand Not prepared to be a man Run away to neverland Aaaaannnddd fflllyyyyyyyyyyyyy
Quiet desperation for the bliss of change. Cold comfort is painful, home feels strange. Ah taking the lashing of repressed days. Loss of all passion, I'm stuck in the maze.
I guess nothing matters now Squealed the swine to the cow Free fields of daffodils Laughing their fate is sealed I am a lot like them See life but I'm fenced in Just a taste of her skin I fell in love again Raining down, Raining down RIP the Omega Wolf running the town Raining down, Raining down Bless the poor Beta Fish swimming around
What a disapointment I have become Born with fists of gold and silver tongue Yet enchantment now only in visions I see Melodic ripples of the deepest blue I've sung
What a dreadful failure I stand Held seeds of power so vast in my hand Surely no one could be as wasteful as me The deepest blue waves swallow my land