Folly piosenki

Thoughts spawn as quick as they waste. Forge disoriented futures. Cutting in and out, floating in and out. I'm about to chance a great deal of my past. I'm about to chance a great deal of my future. Why does this decision turn its back on me? I'm not the...

Those women are breaking monuments in their sleep. Constructing the rhythm, fracturing silhouttes. They are the products of their inconveniences. And yet they'll still break rules. They'll even demonstrate how you can sell out your friends. This seems lik...

Lift the sky above the city lights. After all, these are the brand new boundaries From which we offered and accepted the distinct ideas and evolving though. There was somewhat of a distant insight left vacant By voids exceeding the expectations of prior li...

Desperate plans impact hearts. Do not stop seeking what you love or you might end up loving what you find. Tie me up and blind me with your... What is time now other than my longing? Drag on my dear; you have to hurt to pull on. I could have held you from...

The last letter you ever wrote assured me two-fold That your words can appease the most blistered spirit. How much I lust for life... How much I lust... Finding out what life means to us may be the most intriguing puzzle ever known. The first time we exper...

In hind sight for sore eyes on the prize fighter. Pilot, gunner, navigator, the sky. The mountains luke-warm, metaphorically speaking. Speaking of metaphors? The simile is a front-runner. The simile lacks a blue-print. With an enchanting proposal, one fo...

In my left hand pocket, I may not have been aware, But there's a note addressed to "I Am." In my right hand pocket, I may not have been aware, Another note addressed to "The Cynic." They both read: "Look into the mirror, you'll never see yourself like this...

Who can balance the time we once shared, the strength we must bare? Who can balance? Time can not wane any slower than this. This will be the first and last time that we ever coexist. We could have had the wealthiest harvest in years If we had not burned...

We still believe in you old friend. Indifferent helping hands. Venom's injected by rejects. "a lie makes it way half-way around the world before the truth can get its pants on." These lies you speak of are nudists, your honor. My pants were never on fire....