Haste piosenki

Missed every detail (just move on) but now the wait is up. I'm lying and I'm begging that it is done this time. (Could it be done this time?) "Engine" still turning, why cant we shut this off? (And it seems...) My patience is running thin. Now it seem that thi...

Now it evens out between black and white. A victim of choice, so matter of factly said: "I'm working on the best two out of three." In half-time we move, lines blurring fact and fiction. We merely improvise. You wonder about the truth and which version's mine....

And its felt like lead To think to let anything else in It is too heavy to stand I won't push out Please God this tears me apart On the inside You quit and you suck And you are still the same ...As far as I can see I wish to breathe I can't take this...

The chain of events, leading up to this, has come from some unseen direction. When all that you have is what you shared, then at once you find it is gone. Go back and forth between two lines and don't leave a square inch of soil unturned. Laws of motion will k...

The smokestacks breathe like spitting out the truth. White lines disguised as fuel consumed. Under gray-blue skies we're simple machines, marks matched with greatness but tempting fate. Lines, faces, are drawn in the sand. It's better not to understand and tur...

sells me a way to give away a way to be improved I need more for my own thoughts tear apart, the outside cultures in me its what I need ideas sucked away from me its killing you it what you need see me, I need more of your empty lies don't try to sell me...

Summer with the lights out finds me in my parent's basement watching bedroom movies Pictures and holidays hang in the hall Guided by memory Where we stand is where we'll jump from It doesn't seem so far from finding common surface and to still retreating...

eyes strain, my eyes life spent, lost you set yourself above holding all in with fear in time you'll see what you set above on your tower on high always standing, laughing, pointing fingers at me I cant feel I can't hold I am not alive I'm trying, tryi...

Paint this picture Color it with casualties of hope and sorrow Frame it with apathy I find it hanging on a wall that you disguise as faith and trusting Intent is realized morning moves my head My hands reach to feel your face My hands fall empty These me...

It begins with a process of denying anything that happens to you is your fault Place blame, blame on anyone but you Turn a blind eye as if consequence somehow escapes you Let your guard down for just one time in your life would you let sincerity move you...

Dissamble me, examine every piece and then tear it apart again. My progress doesn't meet your standards, crucified a martyr. You talk so much I can't understand how those shots from your mouth can even sound fair. It happens time and time again is this all you...