Saturday afternoon the sunshine pours like wine through your window But I know golden June...
Each day a mournful pity Life looks upon you with scorn Hopes life, visions elude...
Terrorism You're writing your diary in innocents' blood You're vain and you're ugly, you're no...
Turning on your Terrorvision Channel 1,2,3 Only seeing what we're giving When you turn on...
Come on... I was born underwater, i dried out in the sun, I started humping...
In the middle of my mourning Sits joy like ahappy...
Crickets rhythmically sing Their mournful melodies A monotone by request...
I'm like Thomas doubting fingers running the scars Your wrists...
My heart is as dark as the soil sodden with...
drifting away from you spinning down to the pinpoint drop...
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...
Take my sorrow and my sin I will run into...
I only want what's mine That's what i came to...