There's a search for you you were wished away Pissing off fathers that you paid He waived the cross it flew in the wind Now he's looking looking, looking
You wanna feel it go, go You wanna feel it go You wanna feel it go, go You wanna feel it go You wanna feel it go, go You wanna feel it go You wanna feel
You spend the night, trying to convince me to release you In exchanged for the silence, for the silence that will never come What's inside me can't define
[Stevie Wonder cover] Very superstitious Writings on the wall Very superstitious Ladders bout to fall Thirteen month old baby Broke the lookin' glass
i'm the man you used to be a man in pain and misery and everything you did was fake and all i have is what i take and as a boy you made me see i
the world was on fire and no one could save me but you it's strange what desire will make foolish people do i never dreamed that i'd meet somebody like
Silence, the silence within me, is deep within, is deep within, silence, the silence within me, you've got to wake up Silence, the silence within me,
Intercept your intellect waste the lines on all the sex intercept your intellect Nothngs left to erase inside your mind open up, open up, open up your
Practicing the silence Muting all the sounds you hear Someone's getting violent Cutting off all the ends you steal Signs of forward progress Still wrapped
Facing, drifting which way should it be Down under, beneath the soul is lost Now absent minded well, I don't, well, I don't like it So show me the new
You subconsciously challenge everyone No one remains You wanted this to fuck everyone you know No ones the same Kill Everyone That you see That there
When I I push it away This is not what you wanted I keep on pushing away Without you Sometimes I feel, sometimes I don't, this time I'm lost inside I
I believe in the coming of angels Bleeding us all I'll sell my soul to make a dollar off of all of you I'll take whatever I can get until you do it You
Very superstitious Writings on the wall Very superstitious Ladders bout to fall Thirteen month old baby Broke the lookin' glass Seven years of bad luck
You can't think for yourself, You're falling in You fell out of the line you, You beg for this You said it yourself, You're falling in You ran out of
[Whisper voice:] Your wicked thoughts on living Turned around a new beginning I see through your eyes they turn away Then today Don't hesitate, breathe