Between The Never And The Now
Vendetta Red lyrics
Vendetta Red lyrics
"Shatterday Lyrics"
Dig My Own Grave Lyrics
These foolish foolish Thoughts Why don they go away They fill me with doubt And I dig my own grave So I cr
These foolish foolish Thoughts Why don they go away They fill me with doubt And I dig my own grave So I cr
Our days are numbered 6-6-6
and I'll begin the countdown by calling off the circus
somewhere in these cryptic scriptures
I'll find myself drifing in a sky full of
scars they cut into you
Blisters rose colored hue
mayday we're going down
On My Own Lyrics
Album : Winner In You Year : 1986 On My Own by Patti LaBelle and Michael McDonard (Bacharach, Sager)
These masculine memories are morose
Your kerosine company is comatose
Our days are numbered 3-2-1
And when you bit the bullet I held the smoking gun
Somewhere in these violent volumes
I'll find myself drifing in a sky full of
scars they cut i
Blisters rose colored hue
mayday we're going down
These masculine memories are morose
Your kerosine company is comatose
And I would sick up half of my cold eye
to set you on your head
If I were you then I would memorize
this loose lipped lullaby insted of waiting
carving out your own
I'll find myself drifing in a sky full of
scars they cut into you
Blisters rose colored hue
mayday we're going down
These masculine memories are morose
Your kerosine company is comatose
Album : Winner In You Year : 1986 On My Own by Patti LaBelle and Michael McDonard (Bacharach, Sager)
These masculine memories are morose
Your kerosine company is comatose
Our days are numbered 3-2-1
And when you bit the bullet I held the smoking gun
Somewhere in these violent volumes
I'll find myself drifing in a sky full of
scars they cut i
Self Bias Resistor Lyrics
Hey you! Wake up! Open your swollen eyes Erosion invades your mind A cancer that grows over time Hey you!
to youHey you! Wake up! Open your swollen eyes Erosion invades your mind A cancer that grows over time Hey you!
Blisters rose colored hue
mayday we're going down
These masculine memories are morose
Your kerosine company is comatose
And I would sick up half of my cold eye
to set you on your head
If I were you then I would memorize
this loose lipped lullaby insted of waiting
carving out your own
I'll find myself drifing in a sky full of
scars they cut into you
Blisters rose colored hue
mayday we're going down
These masculine memories are morose
Your kerosine company is comatose