crit
04/12/06, 09:53 AM
there is not a bone in my body worth the price of admission.
the lack of income is the outcome of everyday life.
smile in demand, listen on command and keep the supply truck running.
station to station, are we lost yet?
gas fills the tank while we fill the heart.
the air is cool and the highway's deserted.
you are my destination.
the truth as a hammer,
lessons in fun with broken glass.
the truth as a weapon,
the energy in equals the energy out.
the choir has been quiet
but the songs haunt the halls and halt the ghosts
with gravity and brevity
and then there's me in the middle.
i want to be the wrecking ball.
i want to be the fuse.
i want to be the switch
and the one who gets to pull it.
i want to be the last thing you ever see.
i want to wipe that smirk off your face value
what you will and drag my name through the mud one more time.
my smile in demand. i listen on command. i drove the truck off the bridge.
i would trade this attention for one good intention.
it's all love/hate and it's out of date.
i would trade this attention for a one dollar bill.
"the best way to predict the future is to invent it."
i come within you.
this changes everything.
i come without you.
nothing will ever be the same.
"then we believe the same thing."
"maybe there's hope."
the lack of income is the outcome of everyday life.
smile in demand, listen on command and keep the supply truck running.
station to station, are we lost yet?
gas fills the tank while we fill the heart.
the air is cool and the highway's deserted.
you are my destination.
the truth as a hammer,
lessons in fun with broken glass.
the truth as a weapon,
the energy in equals the energy out.
the choir has been quiet
but the songs haunt the halls and halt the ghosts
with gravity and brevity
and then there's me in the middle.
i want to be the wrecking ball.
i want to be the fuse.
i want to be the switch
and the one who gets to pull it.
i want to be the last thing you ever see.
i want to wipe that smirk off your face value
what you will and drag my name through the mud one more time.
my smile in demand. i listen on command. i drove the truck off the bridge.
i would trade this attention for one good intention.
it's all love/hate and it's out of date.
i would trade this attention for a one dollar bill.
"the best way to predict the future is to invent it."
i come within you.
this changes everything.
i come without you.
nothing will ever be the same.
"then we believe the same thing."
"maybe there's hope."