Jonathan Davis: Came to see him for you only might find gone take my lay for you and I will find Form to see my fates I cannot ever find Places
la la la la la la oh itsy bitsy titsy girl where are you oh itsy bitsy titsy said our love was true oh my itsy bitsy titsy so young and so unused now
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I don't wanna know your name 'Cause you don't look the same, the way you did before Oh yeah, you think you got a pretty face But the rest of you is out
I reach between the mind and burn You've got a lot to learn You believe everything you hear You guys believe everything you hear I try to tell you something
Well, how come you only want tomorrow With its promise of something hard to do A real life adventure worth more than pieces of gold Blue skies above
Here comes the night : Here comes the night ...... Here we go Shes on a hidden "tableau" Tabloid just a 2-for-1 and the 2-for-1 is right down my alleyside
Cast in other grey Trapped in hyperspace Motionless we stay Still we climb these ceilings, walls and trees And we can't stop clinging on our knees
Found you and all your twitching pantomimes made your insides You found a new shore, there's much more to life Soon we will find..... such as your mind
It was hard to avoid I suppose it was the shame But they didn't even try You see we'd never met And they didn't have names There was nothing I could
Show me - Show me - Show me how you do that trick The one that makes me scream" she said "The one that makes me laugh" she said And threw her arms around
One time a different point of view Some kind of killer Brought something, something that was new People blind as they slip right through Some kind of
Late night, in the sheets As your body starts to sweat and seize There comes a fright, a secret freeze There comes an evil from an ancient tree Burning
I think about a lonely real world But what my thoughts (have found/about), no I just can't tell And now there's nothing I wouldn't do to have you now
So first thing's first if you didn't know That thing in the hearse is a fucking joke The truth of minds that dwell above Is a plan to kill the dove But
I see a red door and I want it painted black No colors anymore, I want them to turn black I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes I have
At first you're running, you're outta control You think you're cunning but you haven't a soul It's time to leave, time to exit your hole Right now, 'cause
In the blackest of light You try to sell the sooth, you try to turn me on And undercover at night In times of ill refute they play a distant song When
