I hear you on the radio You permeate my screen It's unkind but if I met you in a scissor fight I'd cut off both your wings on principle alone On principle
To resist is to piss in the wind Anyone who does will end up smelling Knowing this, why do I defy? Because my inner voice is yelling There is a fist pressing
's instinctual Even straight roads meander Every piece contains a map Of, it all, it all On a line indivisible A crow left of the murder Every piece contains a
Two people touching lips Hands on each other's hips Nothing in else in the world but one another The 42nd floor On a distant shore I wonder how we've
I've heard this song before A swimmer who has seen a shark I'd really be more wary of the water You came, you saw, you conquered everyone I'm left here
the world were to fall apart In a fiction-worthy wind I wouldn't change a thing Now that you're here And love is a verb Here in my room, here in my
do It bleeds me to believe that you Have never stepped out of the skin you live within And then and if this day occurs Your tongue, the taste will imitate A
I heard a word from 'On high' Glare like a light in the sky It said, "Quit blowing each other up" Voicing so crystalline clear Some thing's unclean in
the world into a paper bag? The body's state of, "I'm okay, you're not okay" Yes, men too, can be on the rag I'm over my head, I need a pick me up, whoa
blood rushing and mingling A curious and enigmatic thing Now spiders in my dreams Synchronicity weaves like a web When you were meant to be a meal
to the rule You're a bonafide rarity You're all I ever wanted Southern girl could you want me? You're an exception to the rule You're a bonafide rarity
Nice car, where'd you get your ride? A trophy, badge of honor, overcompensation? Price tags advertise your pride Since when did what we pay for colored
Take a bow, pack on powder Wash 'em out with buzzing lights Pay an audience to care 'Impress me' personality Still and transfixed, the electric sheep
'll compromise everything you are The world is a joke when out of love Please come back to us You're all of the above I'm making a choice to be out of
Even straight roads meander Every piece contains a map of it all! It all! Out of the line (and) indivisible A crow left of the murder Every piece contains a
Oversættelse: Incubus. En Crow Left Of The Murder.
