Doesn't it feel the same as the cattle out to graze Like a worm boring through cinders and rock and ash I think I need a broom To sweep away the day cleanse us of the shame we're in I'm in Like a stray with the mange runs and lies and man I think I need

Riding on the Metro You were passed as shallow word It isn't passed there's still a hurt I'm alone, sitting with my broken glass My four walls follow me through my past I was on a Paris train I emerged in London rain And you waiting there swimming

Love kills, scars you from the start It's just a living pastime Love kills, drills you through your heart Ruining your heartline Cause love (love) love (love) love won't leave you alone Love kills, hey, drills you through your heart Love don't give no

Place your past into a book By your side, by your side We're letting go tonight! Yesterday is gone and you will be OK Burn the pages, let 'em cook oh Yesterday is dead and gone and so today Burn the pages, let 'em cook So don't worry, don't worry I'm

I've gone away Life's high's and crashing low's I've mourned the past and The death of yesterdays The one you seek Is no longer What tomorrow brings This burden upon my shoulders For I don't wish to carry anymore

Creating dreams from a broken past It tears a hole and sucks you dry If you know secrets tell me now Creating dreams, let the worlds collide Escape the void and feel alive Don't have any answers but I'll survive Here in my room I'm behind the wall I'm

Nothingman... (2x) Nothingman... Isn't it something? Once divided...nothing left to subtract... Some words when spoken...can't be taken back... Walks on his own...with thoughts he can't help thinking... Future's above...but in the past he's slow and

I've come so far, I won't turn away Let go of the past and live for today No, I never said it was easy We're starting over again Oh, you fucking gotta believe me We nearly fell off the edge Circled by the wolves Circled by the wolves, they want me dead

At night I walk this stinkin' street past the crazies on my block And I see the same old faces and I hear that same old talk And I'm searching for the latest thing, a break in this routine I'm talkin' some new kicks, ones like you ain't never seen This

I got the mad man blues Man don't you know, don't you know I go home at night about half past four All that knocking on my door I love these women, gonna treat them right Ain't gonna fuss and ain't gonna fight You beg me now baby and not before I'm gonna