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The future teaches you to be alone. The present to be afraid and cold. So if I can shoot rabbits. Then I can shoot fascists. . Bullets for your brain today. But we'll forget it all again. Monum
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Bài hát #SundayFunday - Magic! . Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! . Another manic Monday, praying for the week to go by . While Jimmy's at the golf course, smoking on a Cuban Delight . Now money, money, we all
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. . Cos things go together. Better than others. Like manic depression. And hyper sexuality. . That's another, that's another. Cheat on me, cheat on me yeaaah. . Giving up, without a thought. And
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. . Cos things go together. Better than others. Like manic depression. And hyper sexuality. . That's another, that's another. Cheat on me, cheat on me yeaaah. . Giving up, without a thought. And
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on the wings of honesty manic scheming, heavy dreaming. took me for a ride. no need for shame no need for pride. I got it all inside anxious dances, wasted chances. smacked from side to side. no
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the tunnels. And claws his way. Is small life so manic. Are these really the days. Poor dunce. Poor dunce. . Verse. . Poor soul. Poor soul. Poor soul
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the tunnels. And claws his way. Is small life so manic. Are these really the days. Poor dunce. Poor dunce. . Verse. . Poor soul. Poor soul. Poor soul
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the tunnels. And claws his way. Is small life so manic. Are these really the days. Poor dunce. Poor dunce. . Verse. . Poor soul. Poor soul. Poor soul
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. . Cos things go together. Better than others. Like manic depression. And hyper sexuality. . That's another, that's another. Cheat on me, cheat on me yeaaah. . Giving up, without a thought. And
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the tunnels. And claws his way. Is small life so manic. Are these really the days. Poor dunce. Poor dunce. . Verse. . Poor soul. Poor soul. Poor soul
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with some new girl, what is this?. (Don't panic, panic, Mutya don't drive erratic). That's who has replaced me, what a ***. (Don't panic, panic, don't act too manic, manic). It's a sure fire way to
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with some new girl, what is this?. (Don't panic, panic, Mutya don't drive erratic). That's who has replaced me, what a ***. (Don't panic, panic, don't act too manic, manic). It's a sure fire way to
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with some new girl, what is this?. (Don't panic, panic, Mutya don't drive erratic). That's who has replaced me, what a ***. (Don't panic, panic, don't act too manic, manic). It's a sure fire way to
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She. She's my wild one. (Wild one). My heart is in panic. Her eyes look so manic now. ♪. She. Little wild one. (Wild one). My heart is a chaser. She's strung out on razors now. She gave up on Jesus
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. Entries of confusion. Dear diary I'm here to stay. Manic depression befriends me. Hear his voice. Sanity now it's beyond me. There's no choice. A sickened mind and spirit. The mirror tells me lies
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tunnels. And claws his way. Is small life so manic. Are these really the days. Poor dunce. Poor dunce Poor soul. Spit upon that. Poor soul. He never knew what hit him. And it hit him so. He pushed
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. So bear with me sister. I'm paranoid. Ya ya ya I am. Must be in regression. You think I'd learn my lesson. But more manic depression. controls me. I'm paranoid. I'm paranoid. My life is a twister. So
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could let me know. When you're slowing down. . You're running. Running wild. In the city's manic night. I am waiting. Waiting still. For soothing morning light. . You do things without thinking
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tunnels. And claws his way. Is small life so manic. Are these really the days. Poor dunce. Poor dunce Poor soul. Spit upon that. Poor soul. He never knew what hit him. And it hit him so. He pushed
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. You're stabbing you through him. And betting most of. . . This world! . We'll add enough of the world (x2). . Feeling manic for a day. Depends on the trends. Depends on the surface. If the sun
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. Never reading between the lines Seems so bizarre. Such a twisted reality. This place full of manic minds It's like a dreamland. With time standing still. So make your big plans. They've got all the
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tunnels. And claws his way. Is small life so manic. Are these really the days. Poor dunce. Poor dunce Poor soul. Spit upon that. Poor soul. He never knew what hit him. And it hit him so. He pushed
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. Never reading between the lines Seems so bizarre. Such a twisted reality. This place full of manic minds It's like a dreamland. With time standing still. So make your big plans. They've got all the
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He's a manic boy. Looks a lot like me. Looks a lot like me. And he shares the blame. With a younger face. It's hard and rushed to see. And it's hard for us to see. But I can tell. Is it cold
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. So fly, she was transatlantic. She was a manic depressive (manic depressive). Which was impressive,. Very impressive, I had to test it. Tasted like chicken and was lemon-scented. She took me home
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went really well. I didn't wake up in a panic spell. It was fine, even though I fell. Deeper and deeper in a manic hell. Woah-oh, I'm living and I'm dreaming. Trying to stay even, no. Woah-oh, I'm
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the stress I put her under. And everybody says that I've been manic. I think they might be right, but I still manage. Lately, I've been so annoyed. 'Cause they think that I'm just paranoid. (Ooh) I've
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So many eyes, I can't see. I'm static, and I can't move my feet. From the moment, that you stood next to me. Feeling manic, I forgot how to speak. And there's a rhythm inside. That I can't slow down
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betting most of. This world. We'll add enough of the world. This world. We'll add enough of the world Feeling manic for a day. Depends on the trends. Depends on the surface. If the sun never sets We
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ourselves into a manic frenzy. Forgive us for we have no control or self respect. Grim Reaper has cashed my life savings check. Thy rocketh and they pipeth restoreth me for I and I fear no man. Yea though
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. Unrestrained self-induced vertigo. Manic power chills my spine. I can't erase this instinct I embrace. . Two faced moral abandon,. Races my blood boils my skin. Unhinging the doorway to this asylum
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held the blade inside my back. Omega megalomaniac. In my glass house prepared for surprise attack. Realized I held the blade inside my back Verse 2. I'm the coat hanger in your man's vagina. Manic