MASKS ARE FOR MISCHIEF
PRIVATE EYE
IF A MAN IS AS WEEK AS HIS WORST LAID PLANS
SOMEONE'S GONNA HAVE TO WAIT.
IF AN ERROR IN JUDGEMENT SENTENCED YOU IT ISN'T ONE YOU SHOULD HAVE MADE.
IF EMPTINESS AND ANGER ARE YOUR TWO BEST FRIENDS
WHICH ONE WOULD YOU BLAME?
IF COLOURLESS AND VAGUE IS ALL YOU FEEL IS IT REALLY RIGHT TO FAKE?
ALIVE OR SLEEPING
AWAKE OR LOST
REMAIN A MYSTERY THAT I DON'T HAVE THE TIME TO SOLVE
IF A MAN IS AS BRILLIANT AS HIS BODY OF WORK
I'M A LITTLE SHORT ON LIGHT.
IF A BOND IS ONLY AS GOOD AS YOUR WORD, WELL I'M JUST FULL OF LIES.
IF LOVE AND HATE ARE TWO EXTREMES WHICH ROAD DO YOU TAKE?
IF HOLLOW AND ALONE IS ALL YOU ARE WHAT DIFFERENCE DOES IT MAKE?
ALIVE OR SLEEPING
AWAKE OR LOST
REMAIN A MYSTERY THAT I DON'T HAVE THE TIME TO SOLVE
AFRAID OR DREAMING
I THINK OR SAW
MISTAKES IN HISTORY
THAT I MAKE UP HOW I WANT.
TRAGEDY. MAKE BELIEVE.
MARKET YOUR MISERY.
TRAGEDY. MAKE BELIEVE.
MARKET YOUR MISERY.
AFFIRMATION
ONCE I WAS HAPPY.
WELL THINGS HAVE CHANGED.
NO ONE REMEMBERS MY BRIGHTER DAYS.
CAN YOU RECALL THE COLOUR OF MY EYES?
OR AM I BURIED WITH THOSE BITTER TIMES.
CHOKING BACK THE WORDS I MIGHT HAVE SAID.
CHOKING BACK THE WORDS THAT I'LL REGRET.
EMPTINESS IS SOMTHING I'LL ACCEPT.
JUST SO LONG AS LONELY TAKES A REST.
LAST NIGHT I REALISE I'M MORE OR LESS
THAN WHAT I CAME FOR AND ALL I'VE LEFT.
I CAN'T RECALL THE SONGS I'LL NEVER SING,
BUT MEMORY WON'T LET THE MELODY LEAVE
CHOKING BACK THE WORDS I MIGHT HAVE SAID.
CHOKING BACK THE WORDS THAT I'LL REGRET.
EMPTINESS IS SOMTHING I'LL ACCEPT.
JUST SO LONG AS LONELY TAKES A REST.
HALF HEARTED YOU
MAYBE I'M NOT MEANT FOR MORE THAN HALF-HEARTED YOU.
FALLING APART'S MY PROFESSION.
INSECURE IN THOUGHT, AND RARELY IN VIEW.
MORE OF A RANSOM THAN QUESTION.
COSTLY, INDEED, IS THE PRICE ON MY HEAD.
PAID FOR IN FUCK UPS AND FAILURES.
LOST ALL I HAD, SAVE A COUPLE REGRETS.
SEARCHING FOR SO MANY ANSWERS.
DON'T MIND ME OR THE HOLE IN MY CHEST.
I'M FILLING IT UP WITH HOLLOW.
CAN'T BELIEVE I'VE MADE SUCH A MESS.
WHO'S GONNA BE HERE TOMORROW?
MAYBE I'M NOT MEANT FOR MORE THAN PASSING THE TIME.
ABSORBING THE DIRTY AND WICKED.
WISHING FOR A MIRICLE TO SAVE MY LIFE.
THIS PROBABLY WON'T END IN FORGIVENESS.
PUTTING ALL YOUR FIREFLIES INSIDE OF A JAR.
POKING SOME HOLES FOR A QUICK BREATH OF AIR.
LISTENING TO THE CRIER ALWAYS LEADS ME TO ARMS.
I'M NOT THAT MUCH OF A SAVIOUR.
DON'T MIND ME OR THE HOLE IN MY CHEST.
I'M FILLING IT UP WITH HOLLOW.
CAN'T BELIEVE I'VE MADE SUCH A MESS.
WHO'S GONNA BE HERE TOMORROW?
DON'T MIND ME OR THE HOLE IN MY CHEST.
I'M FILLING IT UP WITH HOLLOW.
CAN'T BELIEVE I'VE MADE SUCH A MESS.
WHO'S GONNA BE HERE TOMORROW?
AMATEUR
YOU FUCK WITH HER, YOU FUCK WITH ME.
TRY TO TEST THAT.
YOU'LL TASTE THE BLOOD BETWEEN YOUR TEETH.
A FACT IS A FACT.
YOU THINK YOU'RE SOMETHING CLEVER BUT I SEE RIGHT THROUGH YOU.
YOU LIKE TO THINK YOU'RE A STAR.
I MAY BE AN EMPTY SPACE, BUT HOLLOW'S HEAVY.
YOU'RE A GODDAMN AMATEUR.
CANNOT BELIEVE THAT YOU'D BE SO STUPID.
CAN'T BELIEVE YOU'D BE SUCH A FOOL.
CANNOT BELIEVE THAT YOU'D BE SO RECKLESS.
WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO WITH NAIVE LITTLE YOU?
IF I WERE YOU I'D TRY TO HIDE.
CROWDS'LL HELP YOU.
THE MASSES ALWAYS LEND A HAND TO THE WEAK.
TRUTH IS TRUTH IT'S NOW OR NEVER.
I'VE GOT FOREVER TIME.
YOU LIKE TO THINK YOU'RE A GOD.
I MAY BE NOTHING BUT A SOLID-HAS BEEN.
BUT YOU AIN'T EVEN A WAS.
CANNOT BELIEVE THAT YOU'D BE SO STUPID.
CAN'T BELIEVE YOU'D BE SUCH A FOOL.
CANNOT BELIEVE THAT YOU'D BE SO RECKLESS.
WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO WITH NAIVE LITTLE YOU?
I WISH THIS WAS IRONIC
YOU DON'T KNOW MY NAME, SAVE FROM LEGEND AND HERESAY.
LET ME MAKE A FEW THINGS CLEAR.
I'M AN ECHO FROM HISTORY. RELAPSE TO SYMMETRY.
UNIQUE TO THE SO LAST YEAR.
THRIFT STORE SUITS AND A LITTLE BIT OF SWAGGER, BABY THAT'S ALL I NEED.
MESSAGE TO MAKE BELIEVE THE ENDING IS AFTER I'VE DECIDED:
I'M TOO PRETTY TO BREATHE.
I GOT TEN RECORDS THAT EVERYONE FORGOT EXIST.
FUCK ME I'M JUST SO EARLY 90S.
GODDAMN I'M GETTING WAY TOO OLD FOR THIS.
KING CLICHE OF THE HIPSTER FACISTS.
FUCK ME, I'M JUST THE HEIGHT OF FASHION.
AND I WISH THIS WAS IRONIC.
BUT IT'S NOT.
I DON'T KNOW MY FACE FROM A CRACK IN THE CEILING.
I'M A FUCKING MESS.
SLURRING OVER STATIC, LOVE DRUG HABIT.
I INVENTED THE GODDAMN TREND.
FLANNEL VEST RETIREE AND I'M LOVING IT.
WISH I HAD A FUTURE AND I'M WONDERING:
WILL YOU REMEMBER?
I GOT TEN RECORDS THAT EVERYONE FORGOT EXIST.
FUCK ME I'M JUST SO EARLY 90S.
GODDAMN I'M GETTING WAY TOO OLD FOR THIS.
KING CLICHE OF THE HIPSTER FACISTS.
FUCK ME, I'M JUST THE HEIGHT OF FASHION.
AND I WISH THIS WAS IRONIC.
BUT IT'S NOT.