Silent DreamsAll the mysteries of life, I dare you to answer The what and when and how Why am I enveloped in this fog of confusion Why am I hurting now? You, girl, can hardly walk past me That I won’t feel my pain If I’d claim love everlasting I could cast off my chainsSilent Dreams
Chains they have been, chains they’ll be That bind my love for you But silent dreams, forsaken dreams Will bind them through and through
Isn’t all the world around just full of pretenders I seem like one of them Don’t you ever notice that, to you the pretenders Will flock again and again
I Will Trust In YouLord, you’ve given me each day I can choose to walk your way And though I ought to, most days I choose not to at all Do I venture to the light? Do I just give up the fight? I will trust you, with what I must do to stand up tallI Will Trust In You
Chorus: I will trust in You my Lord, to show me where to go I will trust in You my Lord, for You alone can know Because Your way surpasses mine, and since you love me so, oh I will trust in You my Lord, I will trust in You and you alone
Lord, you’ve given me yourself But I’ve put you on the shelf The world can blind me, but you
The LTLINK Blows AnthemSung as an Irish drinking songThe LTLINK Blows Anthem
Oh, I know an Internet service that filters all the porn That's the only thing they do right and they leave us all forlorn We ask for fast, reliable connections, that is all But we're always denied, cause they're preoccupied With Answering The Call
Chorus: Oh, LTLINK blows, LTLINK blows And we'll make sure that everyone knows If they want substandard service It's you that they can trust LTLINK stinks, LTLINK sucks It isn't worth my monthly bucks To connect to you hosers or maybe you're posers Cause LTLINK is a bust
The Tradition BeginsWe're so bad and we're so mean Since we got our football team We strut our stuff like the new kids on the block And since our team is that much newer We have a way of getting skewered It's all we can do to just run out the clockThe Tradition Begins
Watch the Lions bring the fans in just to be let down Opposition in our end zone once again The tradition begins
I am saddened to report It's what you get from Christian sports If our skills were water, we'd have a wading pool It isn't really that we stink It's just that we're too small, I think It's the limited clout of
Eye of the StormThis tranquility, Here. The eye of the storm. The center of strength, Of wild, lashing, visciousness. This point of focus, Of infinite power. Portraying it's forcefulness outside, But here -- in the center, Nothing. This peace, This potentially fateful energy. Here, In the eye of the storm.Eye of the Storm
Might be back...
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Call me a girl. Call me a basketcase. Call me disturbed. Call me an overreactor. Call me whatever you want. Just don't call me crazy. Don't call me fake. I'm the most sane, real person I know.
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"I sit and watch the rain, and see my tears run down the window pane." from Jekyll & Hyde
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Only dead fish go with the flow all the time.
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