The Receiving End Of Sirens Lyrics
The Receiving End Of Sirens Lyrics
"This Armistice Lyrics"
Red Light Lyrics
She said, "I think it's time for winter And the trains are all here, I think I smell a change of season." I think the time of cha
She said, "I think it's time for winter And the trains are all here, I think I smell a change of season." I think the time of cha
Your gross fabrication of pretext could bore.
Yet still I fall victim from syntax and omitted.
Just shy of something I could understand.
So blissful, I press on to the sound of the organs
Playing their most convincing tunes
As they serenade to the parade of paid off parts.
And the only t
Mr. Doe Lyrics
Was I the poison in your injection Was I the one to escape detection Was I the sin in the dark, the flame from the spark that burns you Am I the
hing left to discussWas I the poison in your injection Was I the one to escape detection Was I the sin in the dark, the flame from the spark that burns you Am I the
Is the details of this armistice.
We’ve come to this agreement…
Check my vitals.
The truth is vile but vital to this cause.
I’ve been held hostage a captive of this passive shell.
Give me gravity, give me clarity. Give me something to rely on.
Tell me who’s pulling
L.A. is My Lady Lyrics
The music she moves to, is music that makes me a dancer I brought her my wildest of dreams, and she came up with the answer I leave behind a part of
the strings;The music she moves to, is music that makes me a dancer I brought her my wildest of dreams, and she came up with the answer I leave behind a part of
Tell me who’s that move for.
We’re all puppets;
We’re all marionettes.
These body parts of plans.
Passed by my hands, my hands shake through handshakes
Forsaken by my limbs.
My limbs sing the hymns, the hymns of a tyrant
In a crumbling pantheon
As inhabitants will ra
Son of A Preacher Man Lyrics
Billy-Ray was a Preacher's son, And when his daddy would visit he'd come along, When they gathered round and started talking, That's when Bil
ise their fists and bid him disarm.Billy-Ray was a Preacher's son, And when his daddy would visit he'd come along, When they gathered round and started talking, That's when Bil
Tell me who’s pulling the strings;
Tell me who’s that you move for;
We’re all puppets
We’re all marionettes.
Oh, how I’ve been teething in light of your misleading.
You’ve caused this collapse between
The heart and the synapse.