terça-feira, maio 09, 2006
Tangerine mood
Every finger in the room is pointing at me I wanna spit in their faces then I get afraid of what that could bring I got a bowling ball in my stomach, I got a desert in my mouth Figures that my courage would choose to sell out now
I’ve been looking for a savior in these dirty streets Looking for a savior beneath these dirty sheets I’ve been raising up my hands- drive another nail in Just what God needs, one more victim
Why do we crucify ourselves Everyday I crucify myself Nothing I do is good enough for you Crucify myself Everyday I crucify myself And my heart is sick of being in chains
Got a kick for a dog, beggin’ for love Gotta have my suffering so that I can have my cross I know a cat named easter, he says will you ever learn You’re just an empty cage girl if you kill the bird
I’ve been looking for a savior in these dirty streets Looking for a savior beneath these dirty sheets I’ve been raising up my hands- drive another nail in Got enough guilt to start my own religion
Why do we crucify ourselves Everyday I crucify myself Nothing I do is good enough for you Crucify myself Everyday I crucify myself And my heart is sick of being in chains
Please be Save me I cry
Looking for a savior in these dirty streets Looking for a savior beneath these dirty sheets I’ve been raising up my hands- drive another nail in Where are those angels when you need them
Why do we crucify ourselves Everyday I crucify myself Nothing I do is good enough for you Crucify myself Everyday I crucify myself And my heart is sick of being in chains
Tori Amos Crucify
posted by
menina tangerina
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