A DEAD MAN?S WORDS (Slater/Tate) I trace what?s left of my cold steel . . . as it twitches. Apply the tourniquet tight. Savor the moment, this might
Where are you now? Feeling small. Can?t live without it? You call this your best? I made my life a mess. And everyone but you sees it. What a fool. What
You mystify with the things that you say. You're telling me you're leaving, that you're going away to take a trip to find, and leave behind the love.
Is there some other way out of here? Somewhere I could find myself? Can?t sleep enough, can?t stay high. All the promises . . . just another lie. I?ve
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My point of view is expanding everyday and I feel with clarity my vision sway. Your private access takes me all the way. (yeah!) I am amplified by what
When I asked him, he described a thousand lifetimes. At each turn, a hint of what one still must learn. Now I've read the thoughts of philosophers, the
Don't slam the door, on your way out Don't leave without saying goodbye. Another long distance night alone, you leave me wanting, always leave me wanting
Whatever happens now Is beyond my control. Emotion has abandoned me. Faded away and left me?cold. The call?s been made. I?m here, dependent on the atmosphere
From the night comes a roar of thunder Beholding light on the spell you're under And the signs of death descend your way Fighting back from the devil'
*** Take your children down to the water wash their heads and sing .. holy holy Last night I dreamed you were standing there, strong and tall beside
A child alone in daddy's room The gun was hidden here No one home to catch me when I fall A young man now in a private chair I've seen the world through
They told me to run, but just how far? Can I go wearing the black mask of fear? The hate in my eyes always gives me away The tension building slowly Now
When the whirlwind of noise surrounds and get intense, and when words can?t hide their anger or intent. I feel it in my bones and in my head, can?t make
Red gates of iron cast their Black shadows on this land Dividing souls... far below The gathering winds the armies watch Are rising from the west Foretelling
Miles of desert fly, the quiet of dawn. I ride the winds of morning to see the man that?s burning. *** BurningMan Miles of desert fly, the quiet of
I still have questions with no answers. I?m alive . . . but I?m not living. I don?t have much time left . . . I just know this: I?ve lived a violent
You called me up on the phone today struggling with the right words to say. Time can change a thing or two. Time has changed the lives of me and you,
