The Number Twelve Looks Like You

When we meet with good intentions in mind It's like tying your arms to the southbound train When you extend your hand for peace, It's like tying your legs to the northbound train You practiced this speech well, But your bullshit is stronger than your

Instrumental 专辑:Put on Your Rosy Red Glasses 歌手:The Number Twelve Looks Like You 歌曲:Empty Calm

Give him back his sweater That poor fellow has only orchestrated symphonies into the poisoned ant hills. You have tried, I'm afraid, don't let it hurt, I shouldn't stay Show your cards, now I won't out Stain the tub, Clot the streak, cock the wheel,

the soiled ground for the sacrifice dispelled. crippling. faulty. holyland. i am your martyr, your stigmata the tears turn to blood beneath my eyes. my body listens... as you whisper my fingers bend... as im nailed to your cross. the splinters etch..

Keep burying that garbage. We are in the middle of one big natural disaster. ...Our beautiful eyes should never have been exposed to that. It's last call but the party is just getting started. Pump up the air conditioning. Cause it's way too hot in h

"Engine engine number 9 going down Chicago line engine off the Track, do you want your money back?" We waited all year for this time to come around. We didn't have much, but what we did have, we held very close. "Y-e-s spells yes, not becau

Immersion in the wrong sorts. This is my manifesto. Tingly body. Mind sunk deep within. An arbitrary conversation. Looking, seeing and feeling the wrongs. A simplified overcoming of stature and belonging. Nevermore, this overcompensated disillusion o

I am a man who hunts at night I am a man who bathes in tiger blood I am a man with daggers in my smiles Only the wise speak of a place with such elegance and grace. In a crumbling civilization, there is only one place to journey to. With my dogs, I w