Call of Duty 4. WoW.
sinners, saints, whores, the truth.
The future could be ours or it could just be yours We could just be walking closer to closed doors It was spoken then broken, we're hoping arms are open A wedding ring's surrendering and dying pretty is living well Just press stop, take it out, turn it off, return it I've got reasons for everything, everything except this We could be the b-side to the hit song without no soul We could sound like things were fine and find out they weren't at all We could go back to where we was, live life and feel so small Back where we started which was nowhere at allThis is a remix of the same tears you shed before This is a remix of the same fears you shared before I thought that they made it clear (and they did) Our sound is not welcome here (you should know)This is the crush of the year in our night-vision dreams, know what I mean? You see yourself where you should be
a history of violence, eastern promises, superbad, super troopers, waterworld, black snake moan, lord of war, good fellas, smokin aces, snatch, resivoir dogs.
futurama, the office, king of the hill.
i saw him fly, he's never looked this way. i saw in his eyes, he's never coming down.
i have no time for heroes, and no place for saviors.