Album by Chevelle
Number of Lyrics in Album : 10
By Chevelle, I’m tired of your open mouth, Crawling inside my skin, Endless pain
By Chevelle, Will not be shaken and jump into this And be persuasive Just
By Chevelle, Grab Thy hand and WALK Through, Through, Through, Through. Bring me Your time, How I long for
By Chevelle, Watch me reap up what I’ve sown I’m made of peanuts,
By Chevelle, It seems I`ve gained the world but have nothing To keep
By Chevelle, I liked Having hurt -- So send the pain below, Where I need
By Chevelle, Don’t grip, you’re choking What life was, trying to Lift up the
By Chevelle, They say freak When you're singled out The red Well it filters
By Chevelle, Not about to try Time to please no one The
By Chevelle, It sometimes feels like a burden, I want to succeed, Is this