bleeding hearts will never stop

what bleeding lips will start, i'll make your mother

take your friends, and take your hands,


and ride the feeding cart...


your little dreams are nothing now

your dreams are nothing to me, i'll make another

piece from all the crap around and keep the best for me.


i seem never to get the message through

that shit should mean something to you,

i tell you brother, it's easy to hold the imaging


of the cod metal king


falling, we're falling... back at beginnings

don't mean a thing when you come to the cod metal king


you can't deny the power of the millions who are weak,

they never bother to take a look,

at what it takes, to get us through the sheep


3 am

i drive alone

i drive where no one will follow me

i keep it low

inside my coat,

i keep it there for me

and i can't believe


we've passed the point,

i can't believe we're through, i take another,

look around

and track it down

and disease was right in you