The Universal Cynic bad religion

The Universal Cynic Catch a shooting star and put it in your pocket then your skin will start on fire One bird in the hand, or two birds in the bush neither do you any good, when you're stuck in

Doing Time Bad Religion

see the fight old men crying deny their ruin watch them try. the cynic laughs at the optimist's closed eyes darkness falls, curtain calls the cynic's beer soon overflows other watches, has a drink

Cynic Local H

Yeah I made a promise to love myself But somehow I don't think I'm gonna make it Yeah is that me behind the screen I see some shapes but I can't see any faces An ego might not be so bad It could be something

1000 More Fools Bad Religion

> I heard them say that the meek shall reign on Earth Phantasmal myriads of sane bucolic birth I've seen the rapture in a starving baby's eyes Inchoate beatitude, the lord of the flies So what does

Cynic 이승열

tune it out when you cannot take it any more let it go holding on to something always hurts dick is in your hand but why you cannot say you cannot say prick is in the strand put X’s for my Y’s

Cynic YSY

tune it out when you cannot take it any more let it go holding on to something always hurts dick is in your hand but why you cannot say you cannot say prick is in the strand put X’s for my Y’s lay

Cynic Douwe Bob

pour us another we need some more fuel I've heard all about it from everybody but you you say it don't matter you say you don't care but it's written all over your face brother you know you're all over the

Blind Eye Halo Soilwork

would never cross your mind those scars that you wear, seem like they lie and they won't disappear Once again you will cross that line, without reflection filthy and defined, information: dead to the

Bad Religion Accept

for identity - I don't know who I am The past has cast the shadow over me Like a bad religion - the only one I know I never had no shelter - never had a place to go A bad religion - my life is make-believe

King Cynic

> From the mountain top He looks upon the crowds Mindful among the mindless Unbound King of those who know I'm sheltering the fears The loneliness exposed An ocean born of tears For the world The churchyard

Integral Cynic

> I touch the string though the harp may not sing Still I dare the sky for sun sparks to guide Down below there's a land With an ominous hole Deep in the sand of belief A million doves, orbit round

Wheels Within Wheels Cynic

Sleep away these dreams I'm burying angels under my feet And I can't explain why love Has to stamp he ground Is it so that our broken hearts Will never make another sound So we cry while the baby screams

Gitanjali Cynic

The lightning splits the ice Thunder twice Swallowed by rain When black floods Slit the hills A turnpike filled I am a weed by the wall Gitanjali, keep swimming The aching void in me Sings softly I fear

Bad Religion motorhead

Bad Religion (Kilmister - Burston - Campbell) Thou who wouldst make us devils Thou shalt not poison me The world hath been persuaded to believe thy heresy I spit in the eye of Satan And I will

Moon Heart Sun Head Cynic

I let the moon in my heart To ventilate An embryonic wisdom Where I get to awake A living flame I turn the key Open the door The atmosphere enters my home Cause the moon's inside my heart I hold the sun

The Lion's Roar Cynic

Bury the bells Between two mountains The big trees on the other side With illuminated leaves shout I can say nothing You've been uprooted It's time to take another road I will kiss the mouth of reality's

The Eagle Nature Cynic

Learning, discerning, how to arrange Thinking the haze will just not clear Viewing, computing, our minds will stage A vehicle inside we feel the eagle nature Everchanging river flows high and low Panoramic

True Hallucination Speak Cynic

Bits, a handful of irregular bits A colored glass colors the light Warms up my spine Stars, flat six pointed stars Hexagon like baby blocks I’ve sewn a cloth True hallucination speak Inhale You better

Infinite Shapes Cynic

The indivisible goose egg An irreplaceable loose peg It never satisfies, incomplete The future won't arrive Nothing to seek Don't you worry now Infinite shapes Architecture opaque Infinite shapes Paper

Bad Religion Frank Ocean

Taxi driver You're my shrink for the hour Leave the meter running It's rush hour So take the streets if you wanna Just outrun the demons could you He said allahu akbar I told him don't curse me But boy

Kindly Bent To Free Us Cynic

Kindly bent to free us A heart to heart farewell My armor begins to rust If forms the scrapyard gates to hell Dna Trapped in ice Absorbed into a fossil site My cheek cells traced To an ancient human figure

Evolutionary Cynic

> Here's my hand you painted on A circle fades inside a heart Are you expected here You whisper in my ear So I wash my hands 'Till the water burns A circle sits outside a door Are you expected here

Bad Religion Godsmack

Bad Religion CAN YOU FEEL I'M NOT LIKE YOU ANYMORE I CAN'T SEE, I CAN'T BREATHE SEE YOU QUIVER LIKE THE DOGS ON THE STREETS LOOKING DOWN ON AS I BEAT YOU "IT'S A BAD RELIGION, FROM A BROKEN

Celestial Voyage Cynic

As I peered into my mortal cup of mind A moleten liquid of penance splashed my eyes Unseen truth, a divine surgery Reveals view, windows of faith The breeze to a raft of happiness Guiding cue, calmness

Uroboric Forms Cynic

Self is the universe, not separate The state before the fall into self consciousness Nothing is himeself, everything is world CHORUS Primordial egg returns Consciousness unborn Pre-personal perfection

Holy Fallout Cynic

afraid to see Dear world I can't offer an explanation There's no one here but love No conflict No mindtricks Mother Earth guide my ship Comfort me Despite me Oh mercy, radiate your grace on me Out of the

Sentiment Cynic

Won't you Try too Won't you Cosmic mother, awaken us In thine impartial love for all Bless us that we be free from The sway of greed and delusion Inspire us to build a new world - One in which

How Could I Cynic

How could I forget such a revelation To love without fear and learn without question How could I regret the meant occasions I must begin this day again Freedom and reason shine through Paddle upon the

I'm But A Wave To... Cynic

As one I'll meet the mortal memories Reliving seeking silence And know that I as just a shell outside Have sacred joys inside me No fear, nor fight, comforting silent side So free, through flight, comforting

Veil Of Maya Cynic

innumerable Her gay pictures never fail Crowd each other veil on veil Charmer who will be believed By man who thirsts to be deceived Maya subjects you Veil of Maya Chops and divides God's dream thoughts The

Bad Religion bad religion

Bad Religion See my body, it's nothing to get hung about. I'm nobody except genetic runaround. Spiritual era's gone, it ain't comin' back. Bad religion, a cabal, that is all that's left.

Universal Garden yes

Universal Garden Anderson/Squire/Howe/White/Sherwood Looking up into the endless sky, staring into the maze of time Our existence caught in the blink of an eye Imagining other worlds we try Realizing

Dismiss the Cynic in flames

Will we find a solution when we add all the numbers? Like they are supposed to be? But no one is close…start all over!

Inside The Cynic Stone Sour

I hear my poisons in the multitude Why was I damned a human deemed too rude Somewhere between the madness and my mind I live with lesions called the human kind I wander aimlessly amongst the herd

Universal Blur

This is the next century Where the Universal's free You can find it anywhere Yes, the future's been sold Every night we're gone And to karaoke songs How we like to sing along 'Though the words are

Universal Orchestral Manoeuvres In The Dark

It doesn't matter if you're black or white Or the god that you choose to pray to It doesn't matter about the clothes you wear Or which creator made you We all bleed the same blood We all need the same

The Defense Bad Religion

monitored daily by the pentagon These things are seldom what they seem I'm not inclined to enjoy my dreams won't go away No Peace and No Friends We Trace the mortal edge To State the obvious

The Handshake bad religion

The Handshake every time you shake someone's hand and it feels like your best friend, could it be that it's only superficiality?

The Answer bad religion

The Answer long ago in a dusty village, full of hunger, pain and strife, a man came forth with a vision of truth, and the way to a better life, he was convinced he had the answer, and he compelled

The Dodo bad religion

The Dodo I see a white haired man, he's got a suit on hand he's telling people how they're supposed to live nobody's listening to the politician no matter what sage advice he has to give He's

The Dichotomy bad religion

The Dichotomy hey did you find the pieces your mentor left behind? and did you care, did you trade his genius for your dispair? did you walk the line? did you see the mongrels on either side?

The Lie Bad Religion

How do you know what you can be if you can see where you are going What breaks the silence Misery can make you see where you belong It's a dangerous stage but the show must go on Why do you lie

The Quickening Bad Religion

The quickening is an ephemeral thing That only happens in the dark Like catching lightning in a jar And the pain that it brings Is just the promise of spring It's madness on the way Oh, what does

The State Of The End Of The Millennium Address Bad Religion

Who needs 'em here in the land of the free time. Some other ass-backward country will give us what we need by exploiting its uneducated children anyway.

The State Of The End Of The Millenium Address Bad Religion

{Neighbors, nobody loves you like we do Neighbors, your government has triumphed in finally making you A public fit for the 21st century Never before has a governing body shown so much concern For the

The Day that the Earth Stalled Bad Religion

Those were the days my friend. But I\''\''m not talking about that at all. Do you remember when you marred my future with a sickly parasitic pall? That was the day that the earth stalled.

American Jesus bad religion

american jesus see him on the interstate, we've got the american jesus he helped build the president's estate I feel sorry for the earth's population 'cuz so few live in the U.S.A, at least the

The Voracious March Of Godliness Bad Religion

since the start of the 17th century there's been the scent of unseasoned wood burning in the air and the conquest of nature meant nothing at all while we betray exception we take all that's there

American Jesus. Bad Religion

American Jesus See him on the interstate We've got the American Jesus He helped build the president's estate <Interlude> I feel sorry for the earth's population 'Cause so few live in the

Where the Fun Is Bad Religion

Smacked back tarmac stars are scars of fame In the place where no one knows me by my name Where tar pit drips its drilled out vein And fashion trips on tangled skein If you need to slake that aching