hate, why don't you think about itwords were lost and you thought about itwhere are you going?let's wait and find outwhat's between you and me . . .
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faith is the shield that protects my heartwhich has been softened to lovestanding alone in a forestmy shield secured by prayerspiritual warfare surrounds meI pass throughstanding firm, holding on for lifeGod's grace is s . . .
move at 70 my timber heartless a tire one roll aortasnap were there present atdeparture and taken home . . .
cardinal rule, i am not your pedestalpassed upon for the truly eliteuptight. all nighti refuse to uphold your heira lighter dawn, wreak something betterwe can hide in the emotion . . .
if you told me, that i was the only onethen you'd show me that i was the only onethen you tease me, like a loaded gununique styles away, like your folding graypension plans suspend, backhand across my faceseems to me any . . .
WHERE ARE ALL MY FRIENDS . . .
injury to meinflicting so soothingi'll die herei'll die anywhere but here . . .
i've had 5,000 miles to thinkthe walls at home don't hang keyswe have vanished in the memories of wordsthat lost their meaning in definitionexistance isn't always a pleasant surprisethe wheels are always turningi need yo . . .
underline, underminedon't you feel finethere is no bindtear it apart and let's dineI'm a wreckI think we've settled nothingI'm a wreckyou've said your pieceso let me live in ityou've rehearsed your burdenthree years with . . .
you look nervous boymeasure your servicecan you feel the feverit is time, to wear your fall linepatches throughcausing a line of certain leeches to bindi am the day... . . .
petals floating on an oceanthe sea sustains usdrawing our strength from mighty watersreflections draw me...so glad to be alivefill my lungs with airthrough the days distain lifestay by my side . . .
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martyr spawned from the chesapeake bayspecial charity to those who flakedflying is safe, when you're awaymaybe that's why its realhelmet protector, under flames and foldmy favorite soldier is just 23 years oldmen are won . . .
honey curvature dipped deeply to definethe mixture rehashed...never seen through the fracturecost bearing witness protectionhold it now, you told me somaybe you will, maybe i willwho can ever definethis forever may be yo . . .
faulty words I can't erasefell into your planthis common ground is not aroundI'm not going to change itput myself at easelost my innocenceI'm not going to change itI tried to weigh the sunit never worked outold fascist . . .
did you ever wonderwhy your addictionwas causing yousome pain and afflictioncause you never looked that wayhold back if I can't explainsome comfort for your painseasonal dependencya mere replacementunforgotten treasurest . . .
twenty-four has been colorizedmy passion has been colorized314 underminedundersight, underminedundersight, i don't mindyou're so far away with the tidecould you define . . .
tie and come awayyou make me feel so braveyou make me feel so wrongthe're's not much I'd like to sayto push my pain alongthere's no wayto your dismaywalking around, your fateI'll turn away, if I ever learnif I... . . .
2.4 million solda tender in your heartwhy can't it be my wayjealous note won't strike wellgiven to sellboth sides of the highwayblack man to the hiltplasted off whitethis is where the sides changemouths shut, hurry onthe . . .
hesitatereluctance is a downfall tooI'm not sure what else to includefear the worstwe fought against it for far too longnow my laundry's undonein time my friendit will be said and done before all thisthings I couldn't ba . . .
naked (duty of nakedness)has begun the process of insertion (insertion process)release the injectionbehold the pleasure mistakenburninig processed passion productmade alive to sufferi see the headit will survivecarry you . . .
Still - Roadside Monument
quiet, stillalone in my roomshudder at what I'm capable ofyet, I enter your chamber cleanwho am I that you take interest in me?the hour is latestop and realizeI'm in the presence of a Kingall I see are my rags,and the ho . . .
this anchor was found in the soundten ton iron ore (blood) maybe moresail away to sinkit should have been me going down with the shipthe romantic way to dieput it back and chain me to the sunken anchor . . .
do you think you want torun dry with metaxi ride around youand you're father's dreamsdo you think you want to seedamage when it's donedo you want to narrow the size of the sunrunning dry enough to narrow you . . .
who's got some famous last wordslike i never said i'd be hereyou can stick aroundnow put your head back in your seat nowtheres no signs that you'll ever be freefrom a danger that's a certaintyengines bust, planes are fal . . .
my hands could kill if given the chancethis is your introduction to my second skinpredawn realizations with my face against the wallyours will follow, no one will want you . . .
the calm collective, i'm not protectiveof your right, to be destroyedunwash this man, he claims his further on deer heartanother way to prove your downfallcured by pristine, fashion's dead but i'm still here somehowfall . . .
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