High five anxiety, high five anxiety Don't raise your hand, don't look at me High five anxiety, high five anxiety I'm not your bro and I'll never be
of blood in mouth I found oneself death in the room tangled hands like shoots of vine the grimace of scream has twisted my face anxiety in the death
(Kill the creator! Send them the bomb!) Daddie, do you have another Cigarette for me, I think Maybe is getting late Maybe time is running out You know
Looks like dem baddies got bloated Blinking big red sticking ball Your hunting over exposure I'm doing nothing at all I need a little bit A little bit
Doctor I haven't been able to paint For two weeks now and I'm feeling faint Is there anything I can do? Is there anything you can do? I try and concentrate
Verse A: Thinking of the past. When we were flying in the sky. Ending up as fast. As it started to pull us high. Verse B: Calling on the phone. There
Verse A: Dorian, hedonistic wannabe. Well known in society. For his bold impiety. Verse B: Murderer, anarchistic vicious lie. Always with an alibi. He
Verse A: Up to war, proud navy fleet. Bench of wood, chained to the feet. Sick and sore, move to the beat. Near to die, burnt by the heat. Verse B: Pounding
Verse A: He can't get enough from you. Watching you, his revenue. When you're near, he doesn't talk. But instead prefers to stalk. Verse B: Living room
Verse A: You can take me away. Between the hills. What are we gonna play, tonight. Glowing eyes show desire. A scene that kills. Ready to set on fire
Verse A: Uncertain destiny, they're sailing far from home. Power and gold in mind, to build up their new dome. Verse B: The tribes are killed and raped
Verse A: They, come from outer space. To kill the human race. Abuse and then destroy. As if it was a toy. Verse B: Back, in Area 51. We left the things
Wait, it's coming to me I'm starting to see, so very clearly Why I'm never happy? Because California's lonely California's lonely California's lonely
Hey, you've reached Sean, leave a message Sean, please enter you're pass code One saved message Received march ninth at 6:18 pm Sean what's up, it's
Tears of angels are falling Children's mothers are calling And I'm not even looking down And miss these demons hit the ground Little babies are crying
They always warned Don't get caught up, you'll just get burned The storm has come To crumble my world to the ground So now I'm cutting myself off Am
You're so into this news thing On the TV set I don't know why you care When, 'Wheel of Fortune' is on next We could watch yuppie families Playing for
Tell me when to eat, tell me when to breathe Tell me what to think and what to believe Tell me when to cry, who to trust and why And send me off to die