night When what you don?t bite you write half-heartedly? Go join the army And be the best you can be Give new meaning to blowing up overseas Please
high school We didn?t know what to do Wanted to go to college But no money was nothing new Wanted to get away Go, see the world and do something new
September Was at first only MP for Hunting Don, but then he led the Ironside Cavalry At Mars ton Moor in 1644 and won then he founded the New Model Army
brain drives you so mad When all the while you feel so numb Too old to be clean far too young to be broken Like an army we come Cut back, left behind
sitting in the back of the white port authority van well, where do any of us come from, it's pretty hard to say while high in the sky above us tonight
prizes for imagination I don't know what we've got to lose But I see the statues beginning to fall The deisel's turning, the moon is high Ch: What
stale and there's reason there for everything Something comes to kick you up inside Eleven sweet years and no nearer home A hundred thousands miles through this battle zone Still high
fear you carry with you is not of your own making Let it go - falling, falling, falling away 11,000 feet, we're out of breath and still climbing up High
-room on the east side of the city There was a strange smell of burning outside in the street I was giving a sermon like the son of a preacher I was high
are wheeling, turning Paekakariki Beach on the other side By the green of the hills and the rolling tide I lay down in the ashen sand And high above
sad and slow Too close to the sun Burning up, bleaching out Too close to the sun Sweat cold upon my skin and pounding in my chest Reaching out to touch too high
disappear The moon rides high on a gunmetal sky Blood of a river a mile wide I am wired, I am wired, I am so wired The moon rides high on a gunmetal
at night When what you don't bite you write half-heartedly Go join the army And be the best you can be Give new meaning to blowing up overseas Please
cells And won't hesitate to let the trigger blow Cause all of my seeds just make a bigger flow I like the timing, repent for a [? ] Leviathan you're high
(feat. Slaine) "For a true writer, each book should be a new beginning 'fore he tries again, for something that is beyond the pain. He should always
is modern-day pottery Only crackers win the lottery Hackers is a quality film shot at Stuyvesant High School Am I cool? a young SFJ Writing haikus, ordering Thai food, watching Hulu, new
