fall down and light me up again Here's to the holiday and the life that we leave We never got to say goodbye I'm sorry And they will gather around when the sirens
white Benz truck Aw shit, we done did it again From ATL to the new, but still breakin 'em in Playin to win, fire hot, burnin ya skin Platinum hit number
out of sight I'm going to find myself a girl Who can show me what laughter means And we'll fill in the missing colors In each other's paint by number
your faith past her desk on a mid day drive radio filling aborting your mission drive by you're in the bathroom playing dead i just know numbers now
Watching anvils falling all around They can break our bones when they hit the ground Their sirens scream without a sound So we numb ourselves with drink
can do this for you Straighten your head, fix your face Take all the pain inside you, wash it away Did I hear you? Did I try? Can I forgive myself for not standing by
on my white Benz truck Aw shit, we done did it again From ATL to the new, but still breakin' 'em in Playin' to win, fire hot, burnin' ya skin Platinum hit number
hollow Screaming feed me here Fill me up again Temporarily pacifying Feed me here Fill me up again Temporarily pacifying 2: Magdalena Overcome by your Moving temple Overcome by
to pull out of such mire Their very souls tortured by the fire High tide - in my soul No more darksome thoughts uproll Past are days when I was feeling numb
[Part I - The Beginning] I was down and I found no need to live Walked around with the moonlight guiding me Met a man who was sitting by a tree Went
wire chokers. The streets are scanned, the cops undermanned. Another city palm in hand. Shots ignited while sins cleanse in church. He sits by their sides as police sirens
' streak Some call it sick, but I call it weak You drag it around like a ball and chain You wallow in the guilt; you wallow in the pain You wave
you believe yourself it's not science Do you hide from your reflection Do you believe yourself to be Number one in the world-electric Raised by the
by the instinct of fear, sirens multiply. Convulsions to death, conform the body to flesh. A beatless heart lying still, murdered by illusions of the
theory I devise. And the hour-glass is shattered only by the magic of your touch where nothing really matters.... No, Nothing matters very much! So the siren
by the experiences That we may come across on a day to day basis It's limited by the circumstances, of us bein less fortunate in life They it's limited by
Sail out of sight I'm going to find myself a girl Who can show me what laughter means And we'll fill in the missing colors In each other's paint-by-number
of rain Your weakest link, it's your crew, it stink Numb ya brain, unpredictable patterns, and unpredictable pain Got attack on hard, raise the game
