I watch them all pass by The moon & the stars Let me hold you in my arms, forever more These cold nights, the park is ours Standing, by the side Let you go, oh to the sea, just for me Don't let me lose my life Keep holding on Let the modest go

If I stand around and watch them drown in a pool of gray When we dive in I can surely say there's feud with force Am I in your way? please knock me down. can I help you in? When I'm not around let us all be found in certain ways Dear Mister Queequeg you

The blood is on your tongue as well as your hands. Is it the same for you? Archaic and content you just wash them off Well I swear there's a ghost on this Island His hands, all covered in blood My wife inquired of understanding But of course my dear, you

They want all for one and none for all I want to be there to witness the downfall We are paralysed What’s it going to take to get us to stand up? ‘Cause you can see it in their eyes, they don’t give a fuck So cast your votes, watch them shed their skin

I won't be standing up for long, I'd better learn how to crawl In ten minutes I'll be laying out flat on the floor One more anthem for the know-it-all Learn how to crawl Not like I need to depend upon anyone Since I can see the lack of need for me to be

Triumph awaits As we face distress we must not lose heart Stand fast and press on, Triumph awaits us Sometimes we have to watch our whole lives fall apart, Before we can rebuild them again, A greater foundation We watch our whole lives Reality no longer

Triumph awaits As we face distress we must not lose heart Stand fast and press on, Triumph awaits us Sometimes we have to watch our whole lives fall apart, Before we can rebuild them again, A greater foundation We watch our whole lives Reality no longer

You are beautiful, you are beautiful, More than you could realize Stand for them all You don't even have to try, My mother told me, She said andy, My sisters, my daughters and wives, Girls, you will learn are not a shining light

(Bury us all) My time to stand This is my chance This is our chance I see them coming with shrouds to bury us all Before we were, before we were born they shaped our lives Leading us into an unmarked grave in moments Moments life could end so I will

Andy Warhol looks a scream Hang him on my wall Andy Warhol, Silver Screen Can't tell them apart at all Like to take a cement fix Be a standing cinema Dress my friends up just for show See them as they really are Put a peephole in my brain