The Bob Manhattan Project Lyrics & Chords By Darla

Where those seeds do gather, The outskirts of your town. Any hold just whatever, Sticks under your ground. And if you can't find the place, Just follow, the sounds, That fill...read more

Amertume de celui qui se définit comme leader. La faiblesse est la pierre angulaire de mon Esprit et de mon corps. Les belles pensées sont abordées avec de Bien vilains...read more

I'm looking at my wounds and draw them aside. Wider. Deeper. My hand's plunged inside, twisting the knife. Seeing the plague's face taking shape doesn't scare me anymore. ...read more

(my shadow is...). I walked for hours, Begging the crowds, But nobody knew, And it hurt my mind, Now after hours, The tape slows down, And speechless fury, Waters my eyes. ...read more

Awake for days, Fixing illusions, up in our brains, While words, messed up in a tangle, Rip the pleasures off, our hands... We're rats on something,...read more