
I laugh all the wayee
Into your heart
I give it up to everything that matterz to me in the world oh oh
Take away my sunshine
It really doesn’t matter
Cuz baby where the sun don’t shine
My fire will take you through the battle Oh Oh
Viva la Rebellion
I laugh all the wayee
Into your heart
I give it up to everything that matterz to me in the world oh oh
Take away my sunshine
It really doesn’t matter
Cuz baby where the sun don’t shine
My fire will take you through the battle Oh Oh
I see you playing your game around the way
I know your plans to win, A-All
Give all your rights to the better known
Just what it takes to win, Ask the door
I’m tired of playing a game I don’t know how to boss
It’s like I’m trapped inside a mirror on the wall
I went down to the corner when I heard you say
Get off your hiney, Get off your hiney
I threw down against the boss with a picket sign
Threw down all day, I lost my voice and
I’m not tryin to ask for the world to change
I’m just paying for it, So get off your hiney
What it takes just to let it all out?
Too hard just to lay out on the sidewalk
What I speak is for you to know
You can’t stop what you cannot follow
The last stop is just the way to your grave!
You really thought your plans would stand strong?
You say you love me
As you pull on my one last string
Try so hard to make you want me
By the pain in my heart still stands
Touch me
Reach out and pull my hair
Lord knows I’ve tried so hard
To be the one that you understand
What I really want is what I want to know
All that really matters is I came to pay the toll
If I get this, If I get this, then I let it flow
Long long time since I felt this sure
Can’t hold back when I can’t let go
Little bit of time never went this far
I’ll erase you…
Not before long…
In a while I’ll…
See you scat off..
Innocence is all gone away and
All the way you make your mistakes
You, try to have it all, all you have is plenty
Take it in your own hands, Play it on your own stance
We come from the dirt
And we go back to the dirt
We sow seeds in the dirt
And grow plants in the dirt
From those plants, make a shirt
And some pants, and a skirt
We’re running out of time. A time that seems so trivial to a species who believe they were born of God. And yes, this may be true, I mean obviously. If we were not born of God then what were we born of? Nothing? Even if we were born of nothing, then nothing is our God because nothing created everything. Or some krazy multi-demensional conspiracy? That is quite an amusing thought but let us now think with our super-computerlike brains for a sec.