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6 degrees Furnish a moment of your prime You fight the same, you hate the same Same complaint, same fight, same hate When will you look me in the eyes? I think it’s time we made a start No complaints, no fights, no hate Ostracized, been victimized We’re all the same |
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windowsill Angst up on my windowsill calmly staring down the ground I don’t care what they say Prance on the graves and dissipate into all delicate fears I don’t care what they say I will go to a place where I’ll never be found Staring down the ground now
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bleed to please Can you tell me why life’s a bore? It’s a trend that we survive I feel nothing without you or I feel everything at all Some tell me it lasts for life If I crave for more could you tell? I wade in troubled waters, swim where I haven’t swum at all I feel nothing without you or I feel everything at all
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sometimes Sometimes when I am all-alone, I get this feeling maybe Some days we feel the way we want to feel Sometimes Since I found out that this world’s a maze and damn near crazy Sometimes ……………………Sometimes Alive are my emotions, thinking up an ocean I never knew what I would be I feel I’m growing I feel the notion Sometimes |
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nerve You, you’ve got a lot of nerve I could be anything yeah Tragic germs won’t keep me down I could be anything A secret I won’t ever share, penetrating with an evil stare I could be anything |
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Placid I’ve never really had that much to lose, but I’m not bitter So I asked the tiny man stirring in my head I’ve never had a taste for my own words, but I’ve been clever So when I asked the tiny man stirring in my head So when I asked the tiny man stirring in my head will I survive? |
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Until It’s gone You never know what you’ve had until it’s gone You never know what you’ve had until it’s gone And the signs all read the same when caught in a lie And the signs all read the same when caught in a lie You never know what you’ve had until it’s gone |
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502 Driving around, looking for the right way Step outside, walk along the tight rope yes sir, no sir, I really don’t know sir 502, 502 Here I am again, lying on a concrete bed Step outside, walk along the tight rope yes sir, no sir, I really don’t know sir 502, 502 502, 502 I’ll be back someday |
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empty words There’s a way I feel inside A lucid mural gone blind There’s the voice inside my head Enduring dreams deprived Sinful years subside There’s that voice inside my head There’s no way to say goodbye There’s a way I feel inside |
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Endless Walking all alone in search of what could be Looking for you within the sunrise Within your first glance I felt the years go by Looking for you within the sunrise Finding you within the sunrise |
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Happy hour I don’t think I’m invited here anymore I want to feel that way Rugged queens sip martinis on beat-up chairs You were there I want to feel that way I don’t think you’re invited here anymore |