Hey you big star
Tell me when it's over
Hey you big mood
Guide me to shelter
'Cause I'm through
When the two
Hits the six and it's summer
SHOVE
Shove it shove it shove it
SHOVE
Shove it shove it shove it
THE SUN
Shove it shove it shove it
THE SUN
Shove it aside
I think God is moving
It's tongue
There are no crowds in the streets
And no sun in
(My own summer)
The shade is a tool
A device
A saviour
See I try to look up
To the sky but my eyes burn
SHOVE
Shove it shove it shove it
SHOVE
Shove it shove it shove it
THE SUN
Shove it shove it shove it
THE SUN
Shove it aside
I think eyes move
It's time
There's no crowd in the street
End of summer
In my
Own
Summer
LHABIA
Somewhere outside there are tricks and evil
Holler downstairs while I drive
I want to watch you buttercup coming through the fog of dying boredom
I'll try it all sixteen alive skin bound by a voice
I don't want to go but I want it well at least you fucking care
Dying of boredom
I'll try it all
I'll be faint like a crook
It looks and feels great
But look at what it's doing to you
But that's okay, look how it feels
MASCARA
I feel soon
I will sink into you
What do you think?
'Cause there's still blood
In your hair and
I've gotta bruise of the year
But there's something about her
Long shady eyes
I'm all about her
Shade tonight
I hate your tattoos
You have weak wrists
But I'll keep you
But there's something about us
Long shady eyes
I'm all about her
Shade tonight
Well it's too bad
It's too bad
It's too bad your married to me
AROUND THE FUR
Hey vanity
This vial is empty
So are you
Hey glamorous
This vial is not God anymore
Speak -
I don't get it
Should I ignore your fashion
Or go buy the book?
I don't want it
I just want your fixated on me
Coming back
I'm coming back around
The fur
Prostitute
Climb back down from the floor
Please don't fuck around
And die like this
'Cause I love her
Speak -
I don't get it
Should I ignore your fashion
Or go buy the book?
I don't want it
I just want your fixated on me
Coming back
I'm coming back around
The fur
Take -
It takes
My eyes again
Around the fur
The fur
Around
SPEAK - aw that's so sad you're back
I don't wanna get pissed off
But anyway
Come on - came so far
I'm here to say
SPEAK - you're a liar
You're lying
I don't care about it
WRONG!
WRONG!
WRONG!
RICKETS
It's so simple to look at every little thing I do wrong
It's so simple to overlook every little thing I do right, right
I think too much
I'm way too much
Too stuck up
You're probably right this time but I don't wanna listen
You're probably right this time but I don't even care
I lose things too much
I'm not one to trust
You're probably right this time but I don't wanna listen
You're probably right this time but I don't even care
And if it was mine to say I wouldn't say it
And if it was mine to say I wouldn't speak
BE QUIET AND DRIVE (FAR AWAY)
This town
Don't feel mine
I'm fast to
Get away
Far
I dressed you
In her clothes
Now drive me
Far
Away, away, away
It feels good to know you're all mine
So drive me far
Away, away, away
Far away
I don't care where, just far
Away
I don't care where, just far
Away
I don't care where, just far
Away
I don't care!
LOTION
I meant! To come crumbling back to put out bliss
But the style is crumbling
Covered canned
It was sick and no you don't
Even know how
It comes to shift then gets ruined by you
Fucking slobs but it's classical anyways
I can't! Help it makes me so sick over and over
It sits stiff bound with no heart
Fine 'cause this is where the separation starts
Arising
I can see it coming over you
It's classical anyways
How cool are you?
I remember
I feel sick
I feel sick
I feel sick
I feel sick
It's just a bad call
It's so funny how you think I'm so serious
But that's not it
The things is
I don't give enough to give a fuck
It's just plain boring
Ah you bore me asleep
It's classical anyways
How cool are you?
I remember
I feel sick
I feel sick
I feel sick
I feel sick
Feel sick God
Feel sick God
Feel sick God
Feel sick God
Feel sick God
Feel sick God
And I feel sickened
And who the fuck are you anyway you fuck
It's making sick sense
Seeing how you're sticking out
Hardly and hoping
Money please
Arise up off your fucking knees
And hop off the train for a second and
Try to find your fucking heart
I feel sick right here
I feel sick right here
I feel sick right here
I feel sick right here
I feel sick right here
I feel sick right here
I feel sick right here
I feel sick right here
I feel sick
DAI THE FLU
Always wonder what it takes
Fifteen stitches
And a soft parody
To make my eyes
Be like deceit
I believe the sting
Proves the heart to me
I know that you love me
Thank God that you love me all dislocated
At the joint
Timing is everything
In the bed
To keep away
Then sink the teeth
And bat your eyes now
I know that you love me
Thank God that you love me at all
What a surprise I was
Right here
Going off and on
At least now I know
I know that you love me
Thank God that you love me at all
What a surprise I was
I was right here going off and on
Dai the flu
HEAD UP
Got back out
Back off the forefront
I never said of got to say bye to my boy
But it's often I try to think about
How I'd be screaming and the times
Would be bumping all our minds
Would be flowing taking care of shit
Hey Holmes what you needing
Sometimes life will be coming off
Whack and will open your eyes
As I proceed to get loose
I feel you next to me fiending
Getting spacey
With the common love of music
Think of this as the sun
And the mind as a tool
But we could bounce back from this one
With attitude, will and some spirit
With attitude
With your spirit we'll shove it aside
Soulfly! Fly high! So fly! Fly free!
When you walk into this world
Walk into this world
With your head up high
Head up! Head up! Head up! Head up! High!
MX
You're so sweet
Your smile
Your magazines and
Your bones
You're on fire
You move me
Like music
With your style
Let me think
About girls
And money
And new clothes
Thirty nights of violence
And sugar to love
Come here, come here
Closer to the lung so
I can, I can
Shove her over the railing
You're sweet but I'm tired
Of proving this love
You're a bore
But you move me
Like a movie
That you are
Let me think
(Think about what?)
About girls
(And what else?)
And money
And new clothes
(And what do get it)
Thirty nights (uh - huh) of violence (yeah)
Come here, come here
Closer to the lung so
I can, I can
Shove her over the railing
back
adrenaline
white pony
home