to the blackness at the same time Burnt out tracks, the world went black Futile Lost my head, the world went red Futile It's not true, the world went blue Futile
How many times can I lose? I got a long way to go, so do you I can't afford a mistake But never see things your way You bury your best evidence Under
there's glass in this rug tiny splinters pass all just missiles to bloodstream the lead in water collects in liver all just signals inside me pass me
In the evening call for him Waiting for the good life he may bring It won't come to you He doesn't hear for you In your darkness beg for hope Waiting
Again I opened my day Again it seems so far Moving away Keeping me inside Trying to tell me There's nothing left of you Bury me inside of me What's left
You must have known your future When you took your first three steps The emptiness surrounding you until your fatal end The foolish chances that you
all And I won't stay very long But you are the life I needed all along I think of you as my brother Although that sounds dumb And words are futile devices
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Except how to cry, pussy, cry? Yeah, the futile, the futile It outweighs the beautiful Futile, the futile It outweighs the beautiful Futile, the futile, the futile so (The futile, the futile
simple promises Go behind our distress in our self-cloak We are just livid embers of futility Futile future Futile future Futile future Futile future How our life is so futile
escape the futile assesment the futile assesment oh, futile we're futile futile you're futile futile religion futile expression your futile aggression a futile obsession oh, futile
you steel it The days you rip are gone for good There is nothing in life Or in things you want to be If you'll never strife Against futile reality
at all And I won't stay very long But you are life I needed all along I think of you as my brother Although that sounds dumb And words are futile devices
no taste. I don?t like these tiny portions or your artful abortions of sound, sealed with a kiss and slathered in the sauce sarcastic. Go choke on your irony. The futile
much time on hold The things I've done and said each day, keep haunting every move I make So I'll keep walking, searching for control, down this futile
It's like the laughter of a child in the mind of those who want it back. Like when I watched her defy the world in just one night. Put yourself on the
[Words & music: Barthold] In the gallery of lost hopes We stand as mortal shells In this futile passion Let the whorish smile seduce you In this
It is fragile every day A useless delay This moment Same sleep Will you never understand what I miss How futile it seems to sow I am looking for nothing
