Well everything is in its place but i can't stop the smile on my face cause i'm happy, i'm happy in this place and all of my friends are in this place
Fall apart, fall apart, he is waiting for it to happen Fall apart, fall apart, it's just a matter of time Forecasts death and destruction Forecasts
Don't be worried, everything will turn out fine. Don't be worried, friend, just put your hand in mine. Don't be troubled, everything will turn out right
I came back from New York City with a new and abstruse vocabulary to throw around at everyone. For example "Love it! Love it!" "Take the bump" "Girl
Wake up with cancer Image find We would like to forget who plays the new zelda on gamecube? got pretty far calculably wrapped in the infinitesimally
from beginning to the end i was shouting to space the rest of my company i was stuck in the mud in enemy lines there's black on the ground, green
A wedding dress that moves on its own A certain shape crossing a hallway The rivet slowly unworking itself from the metal skin of a human Worn machine
"I've got a secret," he said, "We won't spare no people 'cause we need the souls." This is an open invitation: you can keep their bodies, we're here
we came back from new york city with a new and abstrused vocabulary to throw around at everyone for example, love it, love it, take the bump grrrrl and
I have developed that blank stare of confinement I am taking a bus in suburban Pomona It's a friday and there's seven cop cars parked outside
and mr. denim wore on you were clinging together to build your body in the shape of an aircraft carrier the hour appearance of calm betrayed by
He maintained that the hair grew in his body. We were gathered to dig that body down. Ba ba ba, ba la la la, ba la la la...
this is the meat of the inquiry anyway around it and i reel we're only suffering bad words completion from nothing no evidence and oh my god are
I want almost everything, I want almost everything And I get almost anything I want, and I get almost anything I want
Run, run, run to your grave Run, run, run to your grave Run, oh, run, run to your grave Run, oh, run, run to your grave Cause they're coming for your
I was born to potential and limitless grace with the flashing of light it was gone when the smoke cleared cast in ash and powder I was raised to obey
