I’m not like themBut I can pretend

Easy come, easy go,That’s just how you live, oh,Take, take, take it all,But you never give.Should’ve known you was troubleFrom the first kiss,Had your eyes wide open.Why were they open?Gave you all I had and you tossed it in the trash,You tossed it in the trash, you did.To give me all your love is all...

You hold fire within your gaze. It mesmerizes everyone you allow into your maze.I know nothing of your thoughtsbut I need to bask within the warmth of your rays.Nothing you do could ever be wrong.You’re forever perfect in every way. Now, I can’t stand alone. Now, I am under your influence.You’ve taken over me and Now,...

I’ve been trying to stay real and true and proud of who I am,all those ideals of how to lookI’ve been trying not to care.But I’m still holding my breath, I ‘m still watching every step.I’m still tip-toeing away, when I’m getting to ashamed of myself. I don’t want to be your letdown,I’m scared like...

Drink up my honey eyes,Kiss them shut every night,And be my ‘one’ all my life.

My melon soulCrushed by your Gallagher of apathy

Don’t give up. It’s just the weight of the world.

And make no mistake, my friend, your pointless life will end; but before you go, can you look at the truth?

Hold on to your friends.Resist – or move onBe mad, be rashSmoke and explodeSell all of your clothesJust bear in mind:There just might come a timeWhen you need some friends

I once had a dreams of becoming a beautiful poet, but upon an unfortunate series of events some of those dreams dashed and divided like a million stars in the night sky that I wished on over and over again, sparkling and broken.But I didn’t really mind, because I knew that it takes getting everything...

Threw you the obvious and you flew with it on your back, A name in your recollection, down among a million same.” – A Perfect Circle.

How strange it is to be anything at all.

Jealousy, turning saints into the seaSwimming through sick lullabiesChoking on your alibis

You used to make me feel like I could walk on waterNow most nights I’m just sinking down and downYou’re the reason why I can’t listen to the same songs I used to

I salute to you Commanderand I sneeze’Cause I have Nowan AllergyTo your policies it seemsWhere have we gone wrong America?Mr. Lincoln we can’t seemto find you anywhere out of the millionsFrom the desertsTo the mountainsOver prairiesTo the shoresIs this just the Madness of King GeorgeYo GeorgeIs this just the Madness of King GeorgeYo GeorgeWell you...

All we shared was a mattress, and a lie, and an addressBaby I don’t need you, well baby I don’t need youOnce occupied by a goddess, now it’s a room full of boxesShe said, “it’s time to leave you” but baby I don’t need you! In a perfect world… her face would not existIn a...

Yes, and only if my own true love was waiting If I could hear his heart softly pounding Yes, and only if he was lying by me Would I lie in my bed once again.

As the smoke clears,I awaken,And untangle you from me.Would it make you feel betterTo watch me, while I bleed?All my windows still are broken,But I’m standing on my feet.

I’m a peasantI’m the muzhikA pest you’re destined to play the musicAnd yes it’s pleasant to say it’s beauty I’mIndebted to rest respecting it truly

I don’t wanna be a lover,I just wanna be your victim.

I love your body ’cause I’ve lost my mind If you want someone to talk to, you’re wasting your time If you want someone to share your life, you need someone who’s alive And if every relationship is a two-way street, I have been screwing in the back whilst you driveI never said I was...

Rock & roll is so great, people should start dying for it. You don’t understand. The music gave you back your beat so you could dream…The people just have to die for the music. People are dying for everything else, so why not for music? Die for it. Isn’t it pretty? Wouldn’t you die for...

Again, I lay awake, and I cried because of waste.

Ask yourselfWill i burn in Hell?Then write it downand cast it in the wellThere they areThe mob it cries for bloodTo twist the taleInto fore woodFan the flamesWith a little lieThen turn your cheekUntil the fire diesThe skin it peelsLike the truth, awayWhat it wasI will never say…

Pretty’s just a pretty word.

The days get longer and the nights smell green I guess it’s not surprising but it’s spring and I should leave.

You are what you love, not who loves you.

Yeah,You rocked my world foreverI know you still rememberHow we felt beforeYeah,We should be together’Cause nothing could be betterThan the way we wereBaby, let’s go back to the way we wereLet’s turn back the clockThis time we’ll take it slowYou can stay the night,This time I won’t let goAnd when the morning comes,We can start...

And it only hurts when I’m breathing My heart only breaks when it’s beating My dreams only die when I’m dreaming So, I hold my breath–to forget

When did a free country start to mean free enterprise? Who sold Democracy out for a golden calf we got to idolize?

Say you were split, you were split in fragments and none of the pieces would talk to you. Wouldn’t you want to be who you had been? Well, maybe I’d want that too.

The nights were mainly made for saying things you can’t say tomorrow day.

The early cars already are drawing deep breaths past my door. And last night’s phrases sick with lack of basis are still writhing on my floor.

A place for the newly weds and nearly deads I’m counting the stones I hope you know I love you.Got a lot of friends 6 feet under us.Counting down the days till we join the party.Thoughts of your nightmare projected through mine…Breathing in these lies is no surpriseThese evil things are all we knowLets take...

Besides this I place another equally obvious confirmation of my view that opera is based on the same principles as our Alexandrian culture. Opera is the birth of the theoretical man, the critical layman, not of the artist: one of the most surprising facts in the history of all the arts. It was the demand...

Seven deadly sins,seven ways to win,seven holy paths to hell,and your trip beginsSeven downward slopesseven bloodied hopesseven are your burning fires,seven your desires…

How can anybody say they know how I feel? The only one around here who is me, is ME.

I have forgiven Jesus for all of the love he placed in me, when there’s no one I can turn to with this love.

Virgin suicideWhat was that she cried?No use in stayin’On this holocaust rideShe gave me her cherryShe’s my virgin suicide

The sun is up, the sky is blueIt’s beautiful, and so are you

It doesn’t mean that much to me to mean that much to you.

You own me with whispers like poetry.Your mouth is a melody I memorize.

It’s not just all physicalI’m the type who will get oh so critical

Cause when I hear your name I can not stop cheesing I love you so much that my heart stops beating when you’re leaving And I’m grieving and my heart starts bleeding Life without you has no goddamn meaning

Loneliness is a crowded room,Full of open hearts turned to stone,All together all alone

You hold fire within your gaze.It mesmerizes everyone you allow into your maze. I know nothing of your thoughts but I need to bask within the warmth of your rays. Nothing you do could ever be wrong. You’re forever perfect in every way.Now, I can’t stand-alone. Now, I am under your influence.You’ve taken over me and now, I can’t ignore...

Oh, come and stir my cauldron,And if you do it right,I’ll boil you up some hot strong loveTo keep you warm tonight.

I’ll fake it through the day somehow with Johnny Walker Red.

You’re so easy to read but the book is boring me.

One of my big inspirations was Chuck Berry, and his playing was always about the rhythm and the lyrics. So I’ve always been that way in my playing, really.