Take this awful pain That cracked the spinal code transmission to my brain. Before my eyes, the birth of textures And the stimulating feeling in my sensors.
Her memories, like medications, They're there to break my fall, But dangerous mixed with.
And it isn't the voice that ideals I tend to believe. Wait a minute; your stomach's filled with such hypocracy. And is it the fact that you're an ordinary American?
But when we get home Will you be there to show me all the pieces That I've never seen before? And when you adore The life that I have left behind Because it is now washed up on the shore.
Place these citizens Into a situation where they have to live Eye for an eye. They never figured There was another side and backlash to her pleasure.
And it isn't the voice that ideals I tend to believe. Wait a minute; your stomach's filled with such hypocracy. And is it the fact that you're an ordinary American?
But when we get home, Will you be there to show me all the pieces That I've never seen before? And when you adore The life that I have left behind Because it is now washed up on the shore.
Her memories, like medication, They're there to break my fall, So I'm burning down the hospital.