A dead issue, dont wrestle with it, deaf ears are sleepingA guilty bliss, so inviting (let me in), nailed to the crossI feel you, relate to you, accuse youWash away us all, take us with the floodsThen throughout the night, they were raped and executedCold hearted worldYour language unheard of, the!Vast sound of tuning outThe rash of negativity is seen one sidEdly, burn away the dayThe nervous, the drifting, the heavingWash away us all, take us with the floodsThen throughout the day mankind played with grenadesCold hearted worldAnd at night they might bait the pentagramExtinguishing the sunWash away man, take him with the floods

Painful and untrueI said I loved but I liedIn my lifeAll I wantedWas the keepingOf someone like youAs it turns outDeeper within meLove was twisted and pointed at youNever ending pain, quickly ending life --(chorus) you keep this love, thing, child, toyYou keep this love, fist, scar, breakYou keep this loveId been the tempting oneStole her from herselfThis gift in painHer pain was lifeAnd sometimes I feel so sorryI regret this the hurting of youBut you make me so unhappyId take my life and leave love with youId kill myself for you, Id kill you for myself --(chorus)No more head trips

Cant you see Im easily bothered by persistenceOne step from lashing out at you...You want in to get under my skinAnd call yourself a friendIve got more friends like youWhat do I do? (pre) is there no standard anymore? What it takes, who I am, where Ive beenBelongYou cant be something youre notBe yourself, by yourselfStay away from meA lesson learned in lifeKnown from the dawn of time(chorus) respect, walkRun your mouth when Im not aroundIts easy to achieveYou cry to weak friends that sympathizeCan you hear the violins playing you song? Those same friends tell me your every word(pre)(chorus)Are you talking to me? No way punk

These funny tongue twisters are difficult to say and may be a little dirty if you say them wrong. I slit the sheet - the sheet I slit - and on the slitted sheet I sit. Try to keep repeating the phrase "Red lorry, yellow lorry" She sells sea shells on the sea shore ! Six slippery snails, slid slowly seaward. I'm not a pheasant plucker, I'm a pheasant pluckers son. And I'm only plucking pleasants 'till the pheasant plucker comes. Silly Simon's sitting in a shoe shine shop. Where he sits he shines, and where he shines he sits.