Why Now. It's sad. On the best day I'll ever have. There's a part of me, deep in me, sitting,
waiting for the end. I turn back in. We sit together with our backs toward the sun. Our eyes fall.
It's lonely but I can't move. I'll be damned for what I'm thinking. Can't be worse than being saved.
Draw it in - let it close. Don't be frightened by the heat it sends. Just a friend - lying. Forgive
the friend and become the sun. I'll be dammned for what I'm thinking. Close my eyes - Feel it enter
me.
Idle Hands. Hard to say just where she came from. Breath in the air that stirs, as she walks
by draw in. Hold it long 'til there's nothing left to exhale. She's become a part of me. By
accident I've fallen. She walks ahead, but never out of sight. Just far enough so that she won't feel
my eyes. Just far enough so that she won't feel my eyes. Idle hands befriend the devil. Fill my
eyes with desires. I can't handle - alone. Hard to say where things went wrong. What a sin to waste
what could have been on that. What a sin to waste what could have been on that.
The Evil Almighty. Put that skin away - hurry. Don't think I trust myself - I've been
drinking. The hairs on my neck come alive for you. If I follow you now - I'd worry. 'Cause I've got
an eye for you. A nervous step in my shoe. How simple the air moves. Whose in your heart - what's
on your mind? There's no emotion in your movement tonight. Move from hand to breast - the evil
almighty. Don't say a word it's safer for both. 'Cause I've got an eye for you. A nervous step in
my shoe. How simple the air moves. Put that skin away - hurry. Don't think I trust myself - I've
been drinking. [Most] move from dirt to gold for the evil almighty. DOn't say a word, it's safer
for both. 'Cause I've got an eye for you. A nervous step in my shoe. How simple the air
moves.
When I'm Falling. I can't stop when I'm falling. Can't tell what I feel a fool I've been to
think all this time you'd be falling. I've learned your patterns. I'm always there but you never
notice me - so distant. You're not falling. You threw away my letters. I know you've read them,
I watched, I always do - it's my obsession. I can't say your name. It brings back those
memories. I can't take the pain. I can't take the pain. It's good to feel your skin. At least I
know you're real. It's good to steal your breath. The last thing you'll feel. I can't stop when I'm
falling. I can't say your name. It brings back those memories. I can't take the pain. I can't
take the pain. I can't stop when I'm falling.
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Charles Bronson. I'm a bomb - with a wish for death. Kill the boy - rape the girl - become
father of a whole new world. I'm a gun - with a vigilanty tic. Booth was right to take the fool who
spread this plague of ignornace. Deep in my mind is a violent machine. Wasting everything. Deep in
my mind is a violent machine. When I close my eyes - it turns my heart against me. I'm a car - whose
driver is stone drunk. Plows into a school bus - taking precious. I'm jealous love - drop dead
gorgeous - with a poison hole. Meant to carry life - I bring death. Deep in my mind is a violent
machine. Wasting everything. Deep in my mind is a violent machine. When I close my eyes - it turns
my heart against me. A jealous love in my car - I shot her when I blew up.
Lonesome Secrets. Can you hear it? Lay your head down on the tracks. It's the lonesome sound
of those secrets coming back. Can you feel it? Cold of the rail against your cheek. Does it feel
like the kind of friend that you'd be needing now? There's jesus, you, and a train that's closing
fast. When you all meet those secrets will become your past. Jesus up and said he'd like to help,
but his performing days are over, so he kicks you in the head. Up you wake to find he's always been a
cheat. Strong words for a mouth about to greet a moving train. So when you all meet, lonesome
secrets will become your flame. Can you see it? Breaing down on you with no forgiveness. Don't it
look like the kind of end that you'll be meeting soon? There's Jesus, you, and a train that's closing
fast. When you all meet those secrets will be gone at least. Jesus up and said he'd like to help,
but his performing days are over, so he kicks you in the head. Up you wake to find he's always been
a cheat. Strong words for a mouth about to greet a moving train. So when you all meet, lonesome
secrets will become your flame.
The Most Violent - The Beautiful. I was just 15, in the front seat of a Duster - Forest
Green with white vinyl roof. When I opened up the dash - there it was. I was 17, in the front seat
of my first car - a yellow Subaru, when I lifted up her skirt - there it was - In the back seat of a
Maverick, '82, we'd fight, fuck, then fight again...then we'd both go home. The most violent, the
beautiful. All high. The first time that I dosed - took some friends to cop their smack down off
Cheltenham. The first that I used, I drove us all around - In the back seat of a Maverick, '82, we'd
fight, fuck, then fight again...then we'd both go home. The most violent, the beautiful. All
high.
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Little Thing. I've never fell into that deep sleep - you know, the kind where you wake up and
it's the first day. Instead, the end gets closer. To look into her eyes, to hear the floor creek when
she walks brings frustration. Money has taken everything. In this adled brain, I'm forever 18 -
wide eyed and free of pain. I've got this little thing to help me get thru. I've never bitten gold
and felt that all of my cares were gone. Instead, my teeth are brittle. When I look into their
eyes, they don't see I'm wasted, but they see the side of me that's beaten down. In this adled
brain, I'm forever 18 - wide eyed and free of pain. I've got this little thing to help me get thru
in this time alone. Fighting off the stone, I'm lucky as hell I've got this little thing to help me
get thru. I've only tasted mold that forms on daydreams.
A Dead Giveaway. Think I'll start a fire. Think I'll start a garden on my porch. A fire is
more exciting. We could eat the fruit, burn the porch, walk away from everything. Think I'll start
a family. Think I'll pick a fight and throw a punch. A family's more inviting. There'd be no
standing 8 but we'd still fight. I've tried to be romantic, tried the straight line, but it's not a
part of me. I am more the loner. More dirty thing. Think I'll start a rumour, a vicious lie that
ruins someone's name. Then I'll find religion but only with my last breath. The 17th has given me a
new face with a black eye that's going to sting for weeks. Had a cut, couldn't stop the bleeding so
I shot my mouth - wound up wrong. I've tried to be romantic, tried the straight line but it's not a
part of me. I am more the loner, more dirty thing...see my eyes, a dead giveaway.
81702. Churchill had a name for his. What should I call mine? Push me to think sometimes,
what if? I feel like sleeping. Don't want to move today. Feel it creeping up my spine. I am
holding life in my left hand. Comitting crimes with the right and I am slowly killing me. Feel it
leave my soul. Feel it enter me. Back and forth it likes to go, so I'll never know who'll wake me.
Who is the father of my girls? I am such a different man from them. I am holding life in my right
hand. Comitting crimes with the left hand. I am slowly killing me.
This Is My Halo. Walk away to smile, but it comes back. Bullies it way up front so it's
first. Bends my neck so the pavement is my sky. Weed is gasonline, work the cell. It's a web spun
from residue ambition renders. It's a skin formed on stagnent water. It's a mood, black as death I
move in. This is my halo. Ignorance surrounds me, getting worse. Weaker trait in my blood. Even love
lets me down. Today I have no out. It's a web spun from residue ambition renders. It's a skin
formed on stagnent water. It's a mood, black as death I move in. This is my halo. I believe in
final light.
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