Postman Syndrome, The – Schizorabbit And The Face Parade

I kick back, you could be hurt standing this close, then react, don’t say anything cause noone really knows, how it ends or begins, or who wrote this story, and I don’t mind anymore, what you said that tore me Wide, open inside I’m so wide, open inside they asked me, is there one single…

Houses of the Holy Was an album by Led Zeppelin I bought it on eight track Not on CD Fades out in the middle The way an eight track’s s’posed to The way an eight track’s s’posed to I got the number thirteen Tattooed on my bicep The thirteenth letter of the alphabet Is the…

If I could paint how I feel, I’d draw bullseye on your forehead my anger is not misdirected unless it somehow misses you time spent on hate, is time gone to waste, I watch you point and click your life away so cast the stones that I’ll gladly catch and I’ll throw them right fucking…

It’s been one of those days when the sky falls down And the world around me comes crumbling down I’m picking up the pieces of the life that she left behind I’ve got a million of her lies swimming in my head And a million reasons why I wish we never met Cause everyone believed…

Elbet bir gün buluşacağız, Bu böyle yarım kalmayacak İkimizinde saçları ak, Öyle durup bakışacağız… Belki bir deniz kenarında, El ele mâziyi konuşacağız.. Benim içimde yanan ateş var, Sevgilim, ne zaman buluşacağız.. Belki bir gemi güvertesinde, Sen beni unutmuş için kupkuru.. Benim gönlümde hâlâ o arzu, Sevgilim, ne zaman kavuşacağız..

I am the one who guided you this far, All you know and all you feel. Nobody must know my name For nobody would understand, And you kill what you fear. I call you for I must leave, You’re on your own until the end. There was a choice but now it’s gone, I said…