The Lost Art Of Keeping A Secret
Well I've got a secret, I cannot say
Blame modern movement to give it away
You've got something, that I understand
Hold it in tightly, call on command
Leap of faith, do you doubt cut you in, I just cut you out
Whatever you do don't tell anyone
Whatever you do don't tell anyone
Look for reflections in your face
Canine devotion, time can't erase
Out on the corner or locked in your room
I never believe them and I never assume
Stuck in belief, there is a lie promise is promise, an eye for an eye
We've got something to reveal no one can know how we feel
Whatever you do don't tell anyone
Whatever you do don't tell anyone
I think you already know how far I'd go not to say
You know the art isn't gone and I'm taking our song to the grave
Whatever you do don't tell anyone
Whatever you do don't tell anyone
No One Knows
We get some rules to follow that and this, these and those no one knows
We get these pills to swallow how they stick in your throat tastes like gold
What you do to me no one knows
And I realize you're mine indeed a fool am I
And I realize you're mine indeed a fool am I
I journey through the desert of the mind with no hope I follow
I drift along the ocean dead lifeboat in the sun end come undone
Pleasantly caving in I come undone
And I realize you're mine indeed a fool am I
And I realize you're mine indeed a fool am I
Heaven smiles above me what a gift here below but no one knows
A gift that you give to me no one knows
And I realize you're mine indeed a fool am I
And I realize you're mine indeed a fool am I
My God Is The Sun
Far beyond the desert road where everything ends up
So good, the empty space mental erase, forgive, forgot
Heal them, like fire from a gun kneeling, my god is the sun
Heal them with fire from above kneeling, my god is the sun
Well, I don't know what time it was I don't wear a watch
So good to be an ant who crawls atop a spinning rock beyond
Heal them, like fire from a gun kneeling, my god is the sun
Heal them with fire from above kneeling, my god is the sun
Heal them, like fire from a gun kneeling, my god is the sun
Healing, kneeling godless heathens godless heathens always want from the sky
Burn The Witch
Burn the witch holding hands skipping like a stone
On our way to see what we have done
The first to speak is the first to lie
The children cross their hearts and hope to die
Bite your tongue swear to keep your mouth shut
Ask yourself will I burn in Hell?
Then write it down and cast it in the well
There they are the mob it cries for blood
To twist the tale into firewood
Fan the flames with a little lie
Then turn your cheek until the fire dies
The skin it peels like the truth, away
What it was I will never say
Bite your tongue swear to keep your mouth shut
Makeup something makeup something good
Holding hands skipping like a stone
Burn the witch burn to ash and bone
Burn the witch burn to ash and bone
Burn the witch burn to ash and bone
Little Sister
Little sister, why you all alone I'm standing out your window
Little sister, can I come inside, dear I want to show you all my love
I want to be the only one I know you like nobody ever
Little sister, can't you find another way no more living life behind a shadow
Little sister, can't you find another way no more living life behind a shadow
You whisper secrets in my ear slowly dancing cheek to cheek
Such a sweet thing when you open up they say I'll only do you wrong
Come together because I understand just who you really are
Little sister, can't you find another way no more living life behind a shadow
Little sister, can't you find another way no more living life behind a shadow
Mosquito Song
I know, I know the sun is hot mosquitoes come suck your blood
And leave you there all alone just skin and bone
When you walk among the trees listening to the leaves
The further I go, the less I know the less I know
Where will you run where will you hide lullabies to paralyze
Fat and soft, pink and weak foot and thigh, tongue and cheek
You know I'm told they swallow you whole, skin and bone
Cutting boards and hanging hooks bloody knives, cooking books
Promising you won't feel a thing at all
Swallow and chew eat you alive all of us food that hasn't died
And the knife says simmering, pick and pluck
Tenderize bone to dust the sweetest grease, finest meat you'll ever taste
So you scream, whine, and yell supple sounds of dinner bells
We all will feed the worms and trees so don't be shy
Swallow and chew eat you alive all of us food that hasn't died
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