I don't care if you talk to me Cause my ego, it's under construction What I love, is a burning feel Cause I got sympathy for destruction What I steal
YouA've been holding down so long You canA't stand up YouA've become a lie And now you canA't get up The one and only WeA're gonna get you rolling Stinger
I don't think that I'm nervous Can't you see that I'm cool I just paid my guitar, so let's play some blues Take a look at my anger Take a walk in my
There's no time to check the stars out I'm already on my way If you're up to call me psycho Or if you think I'm out to play I use the dagger I'm a cold
Born to life abandoned by the gods Helpless try to hide while darkness falls My quest has been to rise above them all So my anger and my pride has been
I don't care if you don't like me I don't care if I don't groove All I need is some timing Then I'm on the move I'm gonna cross my ocean I'm gonna explore
WeA've been around for so long The wheels of time keep turning The hall of fame Our final destination of this journey Well IA'm a man trapped in this
I believe that white is clean It's all there in what you dream And what we saw ain't magic seeds at all Truth is bold and good is gold The only thing
If you're satisfied with an endless drive, you're in It's the autobahn to the other side, for real In a week or two all your friends have turned into
Your life has been a waste Now I'm here to control your faith What was stolen, I'll reclaim And you know it, I'll do it I'll make you all you'll have
When you see me You've been trying to hide I could eat you And it feels just allright Any cold winter night You will all die When my prey is wounded
Wicked rules been trying to putting you From where you're sitting You had it all, but then these voices call With something missing They don't seem to
Itc?? been a long way to run Donc?? you understand, itc?? been a long long way Itc?? been a long way to run Like a ship in the night Ic?? sailing, Ic
IA'm sitting by the phone Like so many times before IA'm waiting for a call But I donA't know what itA's for A pale blue light the moon From outside
A worn out man In bed with a screaming demon ThereA's something wrong with his plan This ainA't the life he dreamed of Give him a bottle It might ease
A stretch mark cover up. the closet where i hear they suck it up my friends are here and this closet shows no cover up, heart and mind is cold friend
Launching loony thoughts into the bending of your mind You reach for something high but it's a mountain that you find He's a king dust demon with an icepick
Whiskers, whiskers, whiskers, whiskers I see whiskers on your face The way you look is a disgrace I guess nothing could take the place of your whiskers