Low-key, no pressure, just hang with me and my weather Just let me cry a little bit longer I ain't gon' smile if I don't want to I wish we were all rose-colored too My rose-colored boy I had to break it, the wars are raging on And I have taken my glasses

This being human is a guest house Every morning a new arrival A joy, a depression, a meanness Some momentary awareness comes As an unexpected visitor Welcome and entertain them all! Be grateful for whoever comes Because each has been sent as a guide

You were there in the garden, like a snake in the grass I see you in the morning staring through the looking glass You whisper down through history and echo through these halls But I hate to tell you, love's gonna conquer all I saw you on the news today

One for all All for one We are strong We are one (nemeses) We are nemeses We walk this earth With fire in our hands Eye for an eye

Until you go oh oh oh I'm in misery where you can seem as old as your omens And the mother we share will never keep your proud head from falling The way is long but you can make it easy on me And the mother we share will never keep our cold hearts from

There were seven Spanish angels At the altar of the sun They were prayin' for the lovers In the valley of the gun When the battle stopped and the smoke cleared There was thunder from the throne And seven Spanish angels Took another angel home He looked

I'ma do it, You are like the fire burning in the rain To you nobody can compare I wanna be your sweetest escape Tonight we're goin' all the way I'ma give it to ya let's get it started I'ma give it to ya To noone else let's promise (duro)

I pay no mind This is song two on the album This is the album right here Burn the album Tonight the city is full of morgues And all the toilets are overflowing There's shopping malls coming out of the walls As we walk out among the manure Give the finger

Why can't we be friends, when we are lovers? 'Cause it always ends with us hating each other Instead of calling me out you should be pulling me in I've just got one more thing to say And irony is okay, I suppose Culture is to blame You try and mask your

And when I walked away I left footsteps in the mud so you could follow me But all we knew is that we cared, uh You're so bad at holding water, slips right through your fingers We'd both end up drowning, it would hit the ground And then the path would