(Let's rolling "Suicide")
Wake up (wake up),
Grab a brush and put a little makeup,
Hide the scars to fade away the shakeup
(hide the scars to fade away the),
Why'd you leave the keys upon the table?
Here you go create another fable
You wanted to,
Grab a brush and put a little makeup,
You wanted to,
Hide the scars to fade away the shakeup,
You wanted to,
Why'd you leave the keys upon the table,
You wanted to,
I don't think you trust,
In, my, self righteous suicide,
I, cry, when angels deserve to die,
Wake up (wake up),
Grab a brush and put a little makeup,
Hide the scars to fade away the shakeup
(hide the scars to fade away the),
Why'd you leave the keys upon the table?
Here you go create another fable
You wanted to,
Grab a brush and put a little makeup,
You wanted to,
Hide the scars to fade away the shakeup,
You wanted to,
Why'd you leave the keys upon the table,
You wanted to,
I don't think you trust,
In, my, self righteous suicide,
I, cry, when angels deserve to die
In my, self righteous suicide,
I, cry, when angels deserve to die
Father, Father, Father, Father,
Father, into your hands, I commend my spirit,
Father, into your hands,
Why have you forsaken me,
In your eyes forsaken me,
In your thoughts forsaken me,
In your heart forsaken, me oh,
Trust in my self righteous suicide,
I, cry, when angels deserve to die,
In my self righteous suicide,
I, cry, when angels deserve to die.
Toxicity
Conversion, software version 7.0
looking at life through the eyes of a tire hub
eating seeds as a pastime activity
the toxicity of our city, of our city
You, what do you own the world?
how do you own disorder, disorder
Now, somewhere between the sacred silence
Sacred silence and sleep
somewhere, between the sacred silence and sleep
disorder, disorder, disorder
More wood for the fires, loud neighbors
flashlight reveries caught in the headlights of a truck
eating seeds as a pastime activity
the toxicity of our city, of our city
You, what do you own the world?
how do you own disorder, disorder
Now, somewhere between the sacred silence
Sacred silence and sleep
somewhere between the sacred silence and sleep
disorder, disorder, disorder
You, what do you own the world?
how do you own disorder, disorder
Now, somewhere between the sacred silence
Sacred silence and sleep
somewhere, between the sacred silence and sleep
disorder, disorder, disorder
When I became the sun
I shone life into the man's hearts
When I became the sun
I shone life into the man's hearts.
B.Y.O.B (Bring Your Own Boms)
Why do they always send the poor?
Barbarisms by Barbaras
With pointed heels
Victorious victories kneel
For brand new spanking deals
Marching forward hypocritic and hypnotic computers
You depend on our protection
Yet you feed us lies from the tablecloth
La la la la la la la la la
Everybody is going to the party
Have a real good time
Dancing in the desert
Blowing up the sunshine
Kneeling roses disappearing into Mosesī dry mouth
Breaking into Fort Knox stealing our intentions
Hangers sitting dripped in oil
Crying FEEDOM!
Handed to obsoletion
Still you feed us lies from the tablecloth
La la la la la la la la la
Everybody is going to the party
Have a real good time
Dancing in the desert
Blowing up the sunshine
Everybody is going to the party
Have a real good time
Dancing in the desert
Blowing up the sunshine
Blast off, itīs party time
And we dont live in a fascist nation
Blast off, itīs party time
And where the fuck are you?
Where the fuck are you?
Where the fuck are you?
Why donīt presidents fight the war?
Why do they always send the poor?
Why donīt presidents fight the war?
Why do they always send the poor?
Why do they always send the poor?
Why do they always send the poor?
Why do they always send the poor?
Kneeling roses disappearing into Mosesī dry mouth
Breaking into Fort Knox stealing our intentions
Hangers sitting dripped in oil
Crying FREEDOM!
Handed to obsoletion
Still you feed us lies from the tablecloth
La la la la la la la la la
Everybody is going to the party
Have a real good time
Dancing in the desert
Blowing up the sunshine
Everybody is going to the party
Have a real good time
Dancing in the desert
Blowing up the sun
Where the fuck are you?
Where the fuck are you?
Why donīt presidents fight the war?
Why do they always send the poor?
Why donīt presidents fight the war?
Why do they always send the poor?
Why do they always send the poor?
Why do they always send the poor?
Why do they always send the poor?
Why do they always send the poor?
Why do they always send the poor?
They always send the poor
They always send the poor
