i used to think travel time was good, time to think, relax whatever.
at my place cause of the way i drive to work i dont get deep into the travel thinking, like the traffic lights and the surf all distract me.
the hiway drive from binids is dif thought, 30 mins of pure thinking, i dnt liek it
me the car the music my head, things alwasy seemed great
today not soo, the time did nothing but casue ,e to freak out, evlauate my life and generaly becoming a mental nutcase
in the last 12months its safe to say i havnt really achived much, no further out of debt than i was , no beter of financially than i was, so one must ask what poit was thier to me taking over all the shop duites, hal fownership with all the work and most of teh expense.
dont get me wrong its not that im not greatful, but the oportunity it was to get ahead in my life it has not become, and im not sure if it ever will, this distresses me.
meh like i said thinking time is bad
"Tip The Scales"
Are we so alone,
So distant,
So forgotten,
As we think ourselves to be?
These are our lives
But did they ever even matter?
Are we worth remembering?
These machines feed on the tears of broken lives and dying dreams
We're throwing wrenches in the gears
Our lives will not be lived in vain
When this is all said and done
We spent this life on the run
Judged by the company we keep
Our language, buried inside
These lungs that keep us alive
We breathe so selfishly
Promises we plan to break
Are made in whispered voices
Cause our despair knows many names
We make mistakes
But we apologize with roses we never stop to smell along the way
These machines feed on the tears of broken lives and dying dreams
We're throwing wrenches in the gears
Our lives will not be lived in vain
When this is all said and done
We spent this life on the run
Judged by the company we keep
Our language, buried inside
These lungs that keep us alive
We breathe so selfishly
We fell from the sky today
We melt into balls of clay
We sell ourselves everyday
Don't tell me how to live this way
Pushed so far to the edge
We teeter just on the brink
You can lead me to the bloodbath
But you can't make me drink
As these machines feed on the tears of broken lives and dying dreams
We're throwing wrenches in the gears
Our lives will not be lived in vain
Our lives will not be lived in vain
at my place cause of the way i drive to work i dont get deep into the travel thinking, like the traffic lights and the surf all distract me.
the hiway drive from binids is dif thought, 30 mins of pure thinking, i dnt liek it
me the car the music my head, things alwasy seemed great
today not soo, the time did nothing but casue ,e to freak out, evlauate my life and generaly becoming a mental nutcase
in the last 12months its safe to say i havnt really achived much, no further out of debt than i was , no beter of financially than i was, so one must ask what poit was thier to me taking over all the shop duites, hal fownership with all the work and most of teh expense.
dont get me wrong its not that im not greatful, but the oportunity it was to get ahead in my life it has not become, and im not sure if it ever will, this distresses me.
meh like i said thinking time is bad
"Tip The Scales"
Are we so alone,
So distant,
So forgotten,
As we think ourselves to be?
These are our lives
But did they ever even matter?
Are we worth remembering?
These machines feed on the tears of broken lives and dying dreams
We're throwing wrenches in the gears
Our lives will not be lived in vain
When this is all said and done
We spent this life on the run
Judged by the company we keep
Our language, buried inside
These lungs that keep us alive
We breathe so selfishly
Promises we plan to break
Are made in whispered voices
Cause our despair knows many names
We make mistakes
But we apologize with roses we never stop to smell along the way
These machines feed on the tears of broken lives and dying dreams
We're throwing wrenches in the gears
Our lives will not be lived in vain
When this is all said and done
We spent this life on the run
Judged by the company we keep
Our language, buried inside
These lungs that keep us alive
We breathe so selfishly
We fell from the sky today
We melt into balls of clay
We sell ourselves everyday
Don't tell me how to live this way
Pushed so far to the edge
We teeter just on the brink
You can lead me to the bloodbath
But you can't make me drink
As these machines feed on the tears of broken lives and dying dreams
We're throwing wrenches in the gears
Our lives will not be lived in vain
Our lives will not be lived in vain
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what has happened to the spiral package? I havn't received mine either.....damn
which show are you going to?