morale (半調子)

nothing, but they really are a amazing group.




Like Spinning Plates


Why do we play these foolish games?
Only consolations
You feed me to the lions
I didn't need at all

And this just feels like spinning plates
I'm living in cloud cuckoo land
And this just feels like spinning plates
My body is floating down the muddy river


Life In A Glass House


Once again, she is smashing up her house again
She is throwing things through windows
She is mad at someone else again,
It is now a broken home

Once again, I am so low with my only friend
He is smashing up his house again
You are throwing things at me again
And I'm wrecked up all inside

Well if I stop that singing now and shout
Well if I stop that singing to you friend
Well if I stop that singing now and shout
Someone is standing there

There I'm home, once the feet inside shout it out
Once a beating when I make my way out
Once a beating when I'm home inside
There is nothing wrong at all

Well if I stop that singing now and shout
Well if I stop that singing to you friend
Well if I stop that singing now and shout
Someone is standing there