Balboa piosenki

The tragedy and mystery repeats like a farce A carousel of laughter as it all falls apart History sits in holding pattern As vultures circle our carcass Pinned down I can’t touch you Like tableaux in wax that won’t melt Turn around and turn to stone This mista...

where are the words this time? they weren’t made for this earth the searching ended at dawn we’re buried in the mountains we feel without saying and we talk alone wear these stones close to your heart I want to know your body like I know your face taste your l...

This tired imagery Of purity bled dry Patriotism framed Slicing through the gray A chill hangs in the air From this open window We see a cold asphalt A blue turned to ice Sew my mouth shut To keep the words from falling out Cast the stones of silence The irony...

Hacked apart Splintered into a thousand Glowing pieces of flesh You’'ve become so pale Eyes pink and fresh The local died in you When circuits forged communities They put faith out of reach And onto your screen Wireless bodies float No longer ensnared by ident...

this scene reeks of crime melting the deck with every lie that slips through your teeth wave to the gulls celebrate your victory ivy cowboy kill ‘em all lie in your new sandbox assure the kids G.I. Joe will save the day 

An empty fame In a shower of lies You were always vacant Too preoccupied An opaque pose Passed for a stylish repose An ossified face Glued to the gaze This china white trance Answers the discontent 

will you fear freedom when it slaps you in the face? we didn’t come this far to end up like this crushed by our treasures gagged by our panacea melting pot suspended above the fire on the continent how much higher can we billow this smoke? how much less can we...

Rien ne manque au confort de l’ennui A tous les mensonges A toutes les familles L'or perdrait sa valeur Et personne ne chercherait Et ne pourrait servir a lui Procurer un bien etre superieur A celui des autres Leur connaissance de la vie Ne devait rien a leur...

How can you kill something that was never alive? Even when its so much a part of ourselves We're the fuel for its engine We're the soil for its roots So take my hand We'll emerge from the depths And onto the streets All our pieces All our fragments Push us out...

Streets are swollen bodies There are tunnels beneath this town That weep black rivers above ground Our bodies are braille For the lonely treasures hands have known We remain who we are Even as our faces fall to pieces When you walk through this decomposed conc...

this is for the untold thousands those the color of the color of the earth free our hearts and our silence will speak louder than the voices strangled today we crept along the ridge our fear sang to the stars but we didn’t heed it the thicket scarred o...