Тексты песен «Crime In Stereo»

You're no good for me My formulated drug an acquired taste awaits to sate this unrequited love It tastes so gray, yet necessary to sustain frustration Take just enough to get you fucked up Not so much that it...

It's safe to say there are darker things in the streets these days than kids with guns and moms on drugs, things that we don't let on. And if you're "free", then take to the city streets with your God-given...

We wade out into it, Dawn of the century. We're way out, we raise up our arms and wave them in disbelief. And like brothers we march each other right off, torches lit on the shore. Midway between the forks in the...

We're all going to hell, and I mean that in the best possible way. For the second time in my young life I put holes in hopes the size of days. There's a new scene rising through these streets and it's got more...

Once This garden grew just light. Just like an ivy, blinding eyes to the walls that hide behind, ascending high. We looked away and everything was waves. We worked our eyes and they snapped back into place,...

I guess it wasn't as bad as it sounds. We wore the embers like a crown, as a reminder to remember things don't heat up until the sun goes down. From between the heat of passing cars, well things got ugly from...

I've noticed that you like to live your life on borrowed friends and borrowed time. We don't live that way done here, those bonds have formed throughout the years of the worst times, never the best. Your...

So I wanted goals. I saw all I needed was: -a home with a view of something beautiful -a woman that I trusted -the friends that I grew up with But it was asking too much for us to pray things stay in exactly the...

While you were taking sides I was shaking the world from sleep. Our love, so visible yet so unseen And it sneaks in through your speech. The bloody world of your dreams comes crashing through the breach as you...

What began as a poem is now just a burden, a vicious song that's mine to keep. What began as forgetting is now just a prototype of ways to fight off sleep Arm the thieves with the wings and weights of soldiers to...

I only have a single photograph of me and you. It's from last New Years at my place. I look half drunk and half obscured by some crusty punk. You're all done up and already walking...

It's just like a bad dream. Bolt upright at night, trying not to scream. Awake to our backs facing while you sleep. Surface just long enough to breathe, Spines interlocked like faulty cogs in a failed machine...

Home: Embrace the concept, can't afford the place. As the long knives of the night were keeping you awake, I called you up just to learn the rain stretched across the states, drowning the soft features of your face. for...

This empty space becomes the lines inside your face. It makes an atlas, tracing an accurate map of decades. They decay and fade away to form the crease of grey increasing in their place. The sunken shape that invades...

Hey I know it's getting pretty late, but I was wondering, how are things around the office these days? Did your boss ever give you that raise? Does that guy still work next door, the one with two bands that are great?...

That's some art you've got there. Talk shit on all your friends for things they don't deserve. That first verse was written like it was meant to hurt. Casualties kept in a tally of friends by he margins of the words...

You should have left, well enough alone. Think of all the sleeping out here, dreaming of a home. A 30 year mortgage of their own. You should have let us stay healthy and work our fingers to the bone. So what if it...

With nitroglycerine dripping off our chins and elbows sliding off the bar, we speak and breathe and charm our way under trains and between cars. I'm drinking whatever you're buying if you've got enough left to...

Dusk hits and the whole world gets to be, "knock three times, tell them who sent you and who you came to see". I could find you in any dive in any one of these Dark streets. In a vinyl booth with a stranger,...

Incapable of holding down real jobs and can't make rent, so for a life in the arts we deem ourselves destined. Skip across my record collection until a song strikes my soul. Until it distances the earth between me...