From Yesterday

He's a stranger to some and a vision to none,
He can never get enough get enough of The One,
For a fortune he'd quit but it's hard to admit,
How it ends and begins.

On his face is a map of the world,
A map of the world,
On his face is a map of the world,
A map of the world.

From yesterday it's coming,
From yesterday the fear,
From yesterday it calls him,
But he doesn't want to read the message here.

On a mountain he sits not a gold but of sin,
Through the blood he can learn see the life that it turn,
From Council of One he'll decide when he's done with the innocent.

On his face is a map of the world,
Map of the world,
On his face is a map of the world,
A map of the world.

From yesterday it's coming,
From yesterday the fear,
From yesterday it calls him,
But he doesn't want to read the message,
But he doesn't want to read the message,
But he doesn't want to read the message here.

On his face is a map of the world.

From yesterday it's coming,
From yesterday the fear,
From yesterday it calls him,
But he doesn't want to read the message here.

From yesterday,
From yesterday,
From yesterday the fear,
From yesterday,
From yesterday,
But he doesn't want to read the message here.

Quicksand Jesus

She caught the melting sky,
It burned but still the Winter passes by and by,
To the other side,
A slow parade of wind,
That blows through trees,
That wilted with the season's children.

Are we saved by the words of bastard saints?
Do we live in fear or faith?
Tell me now who's behind the rain?

A maze of tangled grace,
The symptoms of "for real",
Are crumbling from embrace,
But still we chase the shadows of belief,
And new Religion clouds our visions,
Of the roots of our souls.

Are we ashamed of our own fate?
Or play the fool for our own sake?
Tell me who's behind the rain!

What do we need?
Where do we go,
When we get where we don't know?
Why should we doubt,
The Virgin White of fallen snow,
When faith's our shelter from the cold?!

Quicksand Jesus,
I'm so far away without you!
Quicksand Jesus,
I'm so far away!

Quicksand Jesus...
I need you!
Quicksand Jesus...
I believe you !
Quicksand...
I'm so far away!

Take me away!

In My Life

There are places I remember all my life,
Though some have changed,
Some forever not for better,
Some have gone and some remain.

All these places have their moments,
With lover and friends I still can recall,
Some are dead and some are living,
In my life...
I loved them all!

But of all these friends and lovers,
There is no one compares with you,
And these memories lose their meaning,
When I think of love as something new.

Though I know I'll never loose affection,
For people and things that went before,
I know I'll often stop and think about them,
In my life,
I loved you more.

In my life...
I love you more!

Bizarre Love Triangle

Everytime I think of you,
I feel a shock right through with a bolt of blue,
It's no problem of mine but it's a problem I find,
Living a Life that I can't leave behind.

There's no sense in telling me,
The wisdom of a fool won't set you free,
And that's the way that it goes,
And it's what nobody knows,
Though everyday my confusion grows.

Everytime I see you falling,
I get down on my knees and pray,
I'm waiting for that final moment,
You say the words that I can't say.

I feel fine and I feel good,
I feel like I never should,
Whenever I get this way I just don't know what to say,
Why can't we be ourselves like we were yesterday?

I'm not sure what this could mean,
I don't think you're what you seem,
I do admit to myself that if I hurt someone else,
Then I'll never see just what we're meant to be.

Everytime I see you falling,
I get down on my knees and pray,
I'm waiting for that final moment,
You say the words that I can't say.

Redneck

So Goddamn easy to write this,
You make it spill on the page,
So drunk on yourself self-righteous,
The laughing stock of your own fucking stage.

But I ain't one to call names,
Or throw stones in a house of glass,
You try me?

This is a mother fucking invitation,
The only one you could ever need,
This is a mother fucking invitation,
You try me.

Just one time you got a reason,
Heard you had nothing to lose,
A blind preacher for a pin-eyed congregation?
It must be easy to lose.

But I ain't one to call names,
Or throw stones in a house of glass,
You try me?

This is a mother fucking invitation,
The only one you could ever need,
This is a mother fucking invitation,
You try me.

You can tell the same lie a thousand times,
But it never gets any more true,
So close your eyes once more,
And once more believe,
That they all still believe in you,
Just one time.

This is a mother fucking invitation,
The only one you could ever need,
This is a mother fucking invitation,
Just one time,
This is a mother fucking invitation,
You try me.

Just one time,
You try me.