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for grantedBetween love and hateWe try to find happinessSo sickWere all so morbidAnd try all our livesTo make it look playfulHow can you say your happyWhen your idea of happinessIs a point you'll never reachHow can we say we're sadWhen sadness is just an expectationDon't mistake to seek pure emotionJust be content with circumstanceIts not a bad wordIt just so happensYou may as well be deadBut in the same senseYou may as well be alive
badyAmong heartfelt desire and unknowing fateI feel as im about to breakI don't want to harm but what if its me that's wrongAround the way theres a price to payTheres a chance of hurt and a chance of loveWhile the question of love is answeredHarm is harm no matter the intentionBrace and jump and hopeOr walk away from your heartFor a maybeMaybeAnd still hopeAnd cry and crush and seekRely on a hope of a day and a bayAnd not forget along the wayMonty I want door number threeThe one where there's nothingBut her and meBut that door is not for me to seeAnd i fear the tears are inescapableWhen and where will she be free?And does she need to get there without meIm not worried about being left behindJust want to be side by sideOne day ill know that answerTill then I have the smell and taste still so sureBut what now?She will not pay the price for my selfishness needs for herAnd I will soon be aloneBut never abandonedJust stepping aside to see her flyAnd going my own w
Dancing tigersThe sky was tornAllowing my lust to be freeI train tigers to danceSo I don't have toMaking and breaking glassJust to spite youI don't know why it has to be this wayThe sky is tornAllowing my life to existI eat what growsIn order to eat and growPulling and pushingJust to please youDon't drink whats put in front of youIt may be poisonAnd I cant be blamedIm not to be trustedThe sky is mendedI creep back into my holeAfter a quakeA hard rain can settle the earthCollapsing underground tunnelsThat must be dug anewYou drank it anywayYou were warnedThank youYou dumb fuckThank youRapture is brought to its kneesAnd shown another pathWhy and by whom?Im readiedA cant taste the meat of my skinuntil its complete
180directed at the groundbounce and reboundspinning myself in a new directionim better on this new pathbut spinning around that fast has hurt my neckand the demons still give chasebut I can out run themand I willthe shrill creaking screams but a memoryand what I find is self respectsomeone once asked meif I could polish there silverin a dry creek bedso I asked themwhy would I want tobut I did it anywaynevermoreshall I be someone's whoreonly my ownso your silver may tarnishbut that's not my problemand the dry creek bedis over run with waterdrink my friendbut know that its minetasteand may it drive youto go find your own