Lletres:
Throwing Muses

They took a picture and from this cold lightning living me through So I feel like an alarm clock, fire came from my mouth It's pushing me around and I

Leave home blood becomes a foreign substance And see it as you let it dry, I forgive my nature or I'll be my saint I can always feel you in heaven living

Here's a crippled princess . . . The people would have died for her had she shown any goodness But behind her wheelchair she kept all that she needed

I'm looking to you I hope more And junk in my heart will be I wanna stretch my skin around you Let you stretch yourself but I stop your hands each time

Come clean on the white bikini sand Hold me on the white bikini sand I wish you would It's high noon all around It's hard to spot the villain and the

( T.Donelly ) do they appreciate? slap an art over everything they see luxury it's a luxury sell out, sell out no conditions sacrifice, sacrifice, sacrifice

( T. Donelly ) I had a dream I dreamed that I dreamed the answers to all your questions And then I woke up No answers No chance of sleep Let's go outside

Amazing Grace How sweet the sound That saved a wretch like me I was once lost But now am found Was blind but now I see 'Tis Grace that taught My heart

Is it enough to grow old? Is there enough to go around? To have a box in my snailhead? I don't know Is there enough to grow old? Is it enough to have