Life is seen more clearly through our tears Cause we all find some faith When we face our fears When my life's goin like I want God becomes an after thought And I start trying to build my Heaven here A better believer would look to the skies And shout

I'm not about to be another victim Of the video girl syndrome Video girl who rocked my world For a whole two seconds And now I know Of the video girl (syndrome) Get out of my face Get out of my space Get some class and kiss the past

Fascist architecture of my own design Too long been keeping my love confined You tore me out of myself alive Those fingers drawing out blood like sweat While the magnificent facades crumble and burn The billion facets of brilliant love The billion facets

Yeah, I live for little moments like that Well, I'll never forget the first time that I heard That pretty mouth say that dirty word And I can't even remember now what she backed my truck into But she covered her mouth and her face got red And she just

So, I'm writing' you this letter between rests 'Cause yesterday a bullet found my chest And I don't got the energy to dress myself And I can't walk without help I can't remember why I joined this war And I can't tell you what we're fighting' for I guess

Again and again and again and again I see your face in everything Took a moment before I lost myself in you then Took a moment and I could not be found It took a moment before I lost myselfthe moment it could not be found Look at the red, red changes in

Take no space I wanna be heard, but leave no trace Leave no trace I wanna be seen, won't take no space I like to look at you from a distance I like when you scream in my face Afraid to say the right words in right order So it makes sense to a person with

It must have been cold there in my shadow To never have sunlight on your face You were content to let me shine, that's your way You always walked a step behind So I was the one with all the glory While you were the one with all the strength. A beautiful

Fuck fake friends, we don't need 'em And I ain't got the time, money on my mind Only thing they're good for is leaving I'll say it to your face, fuck fake friends I've had it up to the ceiling Is there anybody real out here? Got my middle, middle up

To my mind, she's my kind of girl. That face just knocks me off my feet, She's really sweet enough to eat. She looks like an angel looks, And my mind in a kind of whirl, She walks like an angel walks, She talks like an angel talks, And her hair has a