Terrorism You're writing your diary in innocents' blood You're vain and you're ugly, you're no...
Come on... I was born underwater, i dried out in the sun, I started humping...
Turning on your Terrorvision Channel 1,2,3 Only seeing what we're giving When you turn on...
I dont' know why it should be sohard Givin' up this circle dance Worn out...
Saturday afternoon the sunshine pours like wine through your window But I know golden June...
In the middle of my mourning Sits joy like ahappy...
I'm like Thomas doubting fingers running the scars Your wrists...
Crickets rhythmically sing Their mournful melodies A monotone by request...
drifting away from you spinning down to the pinpoint drop...
My heart is as dark as the soil sodden with...
Take my sorrow and my sin I will run into...
I look out to the fields where blood is shed...
i only want what's mine that's what i came to...
questions flew and words were hurled into the air and...
these things which i so often wonder this need to...