Merchandise

Anxiety's Door Somethings are never really there I walk the street at night, I drink the perfumed air With no chains on my heart its so easy to be free in the city I live, old men sleep in the road next to me I see their choice and I see the road Tha

Time has bested me again I keep trying but I can't win Tell me father, where you've been? I'm alone, but used to it But when I was a boy I would have nightmares in the day While the adults were busy sleeping And pretend to be awake So I took a lover,

Today the song grows like the hand of God make it hurt in the game The shame is.. further away It..through the country. The sunlight waits and..all my foolish tears As I look up the window door I realize when ..came through but now I'm changed .. so

When we have nothing left to give There will be no reason for us to live But when we have nothing left to lose You will have nothing left to use We owe you nothing you have no control Merchandise keeps us in line Common sense says it's by design What