life Never had peace of mind I shook him hard, said, ?Listen man You can't go back in time again? I never tell the day I die That I see tears fall down
shit I'm a problem Shoot up your place shit Let a few go Then I get low Blazing Haze again The Masters, The Wall Street War Chiefs The Elitists
Palm Springs hotel room I got the call last Christmas Eve And they told me the news I tried all night not to break down and cry As the tears rolled down
night what goes around don't come around not in this town seven walls go up for every one wall that comes down and the old ladies pray they'll be young again
mean a thing to me If I can't have you I'll throw my love into the deep blue sea Sometimes I wonder Why you can't treat me right? You do good all day
He slipped me the master key Somebody had to unlock your heart He said it was up to me Now, I watched you slowly disappear Down into the officers club
It's funny how people stare When your back's against the wall It's funny how people stare When your back's against the wall I reach out my hand, I reach
Here I sit and watch my world come crumbling down I cry for help, no one's around Silently screaming as I bang my head against the wall Seems like no
'd wait Till I was waving away I know that I may have you There's no more fire left in me I'm breaking down all the walls You slowly built around me
to dark the flame Generations against the grain Up in smoke, down the drain If the fire, if the flood Burns the tree and thins the blood If your tears
of my gun Was a query mark of cordite Well, I spun to the left, I spun to the right And I spun to the left again Fear me, fear me, fear me But no one
me in time As her cold tongue flickered toward my [Incomprehensible] I spun myself around Made a dive for the passageway But the walls come crashing down
state of eternal conflict is all i have found we build a wall that is made of tears watch the house fall down and at the end of my life yes at the end
ain't no need to cry? And I went on down the road He went on down the road And I went on down the road He went on down the road Well, the moon it looked
all that's in front of me. Are you the rock, paper, scissors Casting those faded paper figures on the wall? As providence seems to annihilate Common sense, this is my down
so blindly A twisted mind Trapped in a needled body I keep these etchings on my wall To remind me of what you've taken Left me adrift for endless days