And when you lose control, you'll reap the harvest you have sown

Through these fields of destruction
Baptisms of fire
I've witnessed your suffering
As the battle raged high
And though they did hurt me so bad
In the fear and alarm
You did not desert me
My brothers in arms

Any heart could burst its shell
Love is made for broken things
Bring your hands to know me well
Know my heart for what it sings

This garden universe vibrates complete
Some may get a sound so sweet
Vibrations reach on up to become light
And then through gamma, out of sight

Between the eyes and ears there lie
The sounds of color and the light of a sigh
And to hear the sun, what a thing to believe

But it's all around if we could but perceive
To know ultra violet, infra-red and X-rays
Beauty to find in so many ways

Two notes of the chord, that's our full scope
But to reach the chord is our life's hope
And to name the chord is important to some
So they give a word and the word is Om

Some would say that we forced our words
And we find that ingenuously churlish.
Words are just words.
Don't be so pessimistic, weak and girlish.
We like strong, happy people
Who don't think there's something wrong with pride,
Work makes them free
And we spread that freedom far and wide.

...And they all pretend they're orphans
And their memory's like a train
You can see it getting smaller as it pulls away
And the things you can't remember
Tell the things you can't forget that
History puts a saint in every dream...

gonna put my sheep suit on...

outside my window is a tree...

Now, the roving gambler he was very bored
Trying to create a next world war
He found a promoter who nearly fell off the floor
He said, "I never engaged in this kind of thing before
But yes, I think it can be very easily done
We'll just put some bleachers out in the sun
And have it on Highway 61"

Time keeps on slippin', slippin', slippin'
Into the future

 oldviolin wrote: 
Indeed.

All those day-glo freaks who used to paint the face
They've joined the human race
Some things will never change

 Danimal174 wrote:

 
Children are innocent

A Teenagers f*cked up in the head

Adults are even more f*cked up

And Elderlies are like children

 

My friend says we're like the dinosaurs
Only we are doing ourselves in
Much faster than they
Ever did

- "Pets", Porno For Pyros

Look in my eyes, what do you see?
The cult of personality
I know your anger, I know your dreams
I've been everything you want to be
I'm the cult of personality
Like Mussolini and Kennedy
I'm the cult of personality
The cult of personality
The cult of personality

Neon lights, a Nobel Prize
Then a mirror speaks, the reflection lies
You don't have to follow me
Only you can set me free
I sell the things you need to be
I'm the smiling face on your T.V.
I'm the cult of personality
I exploit you still you love me

I tell you one and one makes three
I'm the cult of personality
Like Joseph Stalin and Gandhi
I'm the cult of personality
The cult of personality
The cult of personality

Neon lights a Nobel Prize
A leader speaks, that leader dies
You don't have to follow me
Only you can set you free

You gave me fortune
You gave me fame
You gave me power in your own god's name
I'm every person you need to be
Oh, I'm the cult of personality
I'm the cult of, I'm the cult of, I'm the cult of, I'm the cult of
I'm the cult of, I'm the cult of, I'm the cult of, I'm the cult of personality

So I crawl back into your open arms
Yes I crawl back into your open arms

Stand up to the blow that fate has struck upon you
Make the most of all you still have coming to you
Lay down on the ground and let the tears run from you
Crying to the grass and trees and heaven finally on your knees

even the hero gets a bullet in the chest...

No future
No future
No future for me

No future
No future
No future for you