tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20243383.post-38699216153892643122007-05-31T14:27:00.000-04:002007-05-31T14:30:42.903-04:00Jesus Christ, that's a pretty face, the kind you'd find on someone that could save. If they don't put me away, it’ll be a miracle. Do you believe you're missing out? That everything good is happening somewhere else. With nobody in your bed, the night's hard to get through.<br /><br />And I will die all alone. And when I arrive, I won’t know anyone.<br /><br />Jesus Christ, I’m alone again. So what did you do those three days you were dead? 'Cause this problem is gonna last more than the weekend.<br /><br />Jesus Christ, I’m not scared to die. I’m a little bit scared of what comes after. Do I get the gold chariot o<class id="NoSteal"></class>r do I float through the ceiling?<br /><br />Or do I divide and pull apart? <span style="font-style: italic;">'Cause my bright is too slight to hold back all my dark</span>. This ship went down in sight of land and at the gates does Thomas ask to see my hands?<br /><br />I know you're coming in the night like a thief, but I’ve had some time alone to hone my lying technique. I know you think that I’m someone you can trust but I’m scared I’ll get scared and I swear I’ll try to never give up. So do you think that we could work out a sign, so I’ll know it's you and that it's over so I won't even try?<br /><br />I know you'll come for the people like me, but we all got wood and nails. We turn, turn out hate in factories. We all got wood and nails. We turn, turn out hate in factories. We all got wood and nails, and we sleep inside of this machine.swirl of anonymityhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13816317233759650434noreply@blogger.com