a sério ... puta que te pariu...
this song will keep you warm. This song will build you a house. This song will heal all that ails you. This song will be your very best friend. When you need a friend look for me, look for this song, because that's all you have. And this song will buy you clothes. This song is very very special. This song will give you soup when you're sick. This song will even pet your cat, when you don't want to anymore just look for me, and look for this song, because we'll help you along.
This song is the catch all end all. Why are you doubting this songs abilities. This song is a sad sad song. This song is the song to end all songs. This song is one of the seven wonders. This song knows if you're not listening. And if you don't listen you won't reap the benefits. You won't understand what this song is saying. Other songs have tried to sing along, but they fail miserably and end up the laughing stock. This song is this song. Many have tried to sing this song. This song will teach you all about life. Let's all smile when this song tells us to. Hold your applause till the end of this song. Please don't try to sing the words to this song. This song is the radio single. This song has no genre and likes it. I will try to teach you, but this song can do it better. When no one else will be you're friend i'll do the job. When no one else will be you're friend i'll do the job. I want the job, i filled out in the only application. This song will help you when you're short on rent. This song will pay all the cab fare. You will always love this song, like you love a puppy, or a baby, or your family. This song will be the cure for cancer. This song will run for president and win. This song will surpass all of your doubts. This song has been ok'd by nasa. So, it's ok and it's alright. Let's all be happy, and practice good posture. Let's all sign where they tell us to. Let's all form a straight line and march to nowhere. This song will be your leader. This song will confuse but you'll like it. You will give this song all of your money. You will give this song everything you love. You will sing this song to all that you know, and then bring all their belongings to this song. So let's all tell a friend about this song. And try to sing along, try to sing along.
and you were a house on fire, and I couldn't understand why
burn me all down to the ground, you said, the fire is on the inside
flames dancing like ghosts, behind the windows
pain jumping from the walls
you want to keep this private, I can see that
but you can't ask that of me, we've only just met
I said we need hope now more than ever before, do you believe it?
the answer was silence.....I took it as a no
we all want to be normal anyways
we all want to be somewhere else than where we live
but that's not reality, it's just point of view
let's not talk about the weather
and whether or not there's really rain the clouds
unless you want to know if I feel the same as you
it's more measuring up than just wasting time
but time is not on our side, you're burning
rain would only be a temporary fix
and there's just no place right now for cute ironies
We all write songs about life, we just sing them different.
you sing the words but you don't know the song.
and you expect us all to sing along? how selfish
the lengths that we go to, to put so much distance between us is staggering
you’re burning alive with stress and life
both hands in flames trying to hold the fire inside
drop and roll ...repeat line for emphasis.
I’ll repeat it and repeat it until you believe it
you're gonna be ok! say it to me...
the answer is still silence ... I’ll take it as a maybe
I can't decide if I should knock down your door or on it
say the word and I’ll take an axe to your heart or a pin prick
cut right through the dark, let it spill out the contents
on our knees sorting through the remnants
pour out your hate in my hands, I’ll let em slip through my fingers
and this is for you, and this is for the times that we only listen long enough to know the other person we’re talking to has the same opinions we do.
for when we’re burning inside, for when we’re trying to hide that fact
this is for the scalps that we went after, to be only the best dressed
to scrape another notch on our belts, add another feather to our headress
I want to be the bigger man for you, but I can’t take this truth
I'm trying to kick the habit here, but these track marks are 100 proof
burn me all down to the ground, you said
I’ll kick through your ashes, hope they sober up my head
Where desert fathers and mothers had transformed the production of
norms by their obedience and ascetic transcendence of human life, holy fools undermined the
religious production of norms through their masterless obedience, defeat of vainglory, and
foreignness to self.