Back in the days we first sighted. Their shields gleaming bright in the sky. The light that was brighter than fire. Forced cowards to run out of spite.
You and I are not alone. The earth and sea are not your home. Soon our eyes will see the truth. Elimination offering the proof. . Underneath us as above us.
cant close my eyes. ashamed I let you down tonight. I couldn't find the words to say. so I guess I'll have to wait. until your sound asleep and then I'll say.
I heard she's thinking bout taking my life. She's got the guy killer eyes in her sights. It wouldn't take long for this one to tire. A desperate man sought to a ?.
YEA! Wanna tell you a story. About a friend of mine in the pen. When the gavel fell and the lock down cell. This ? has its revenge. I aint taking about killing no.
Travel long on this dusty road just to find another lost dead end. Whiskey fueled on another load. On this trip there aint no time for games. Kick one back if you cant attack.
Screaming day and night at the dark-forboding walls. Lights dim before me and enthralls all. I'll always look the same in this cold, forsaken dark. . Teach me to drip own tears.
Alone with my shadows I've come. To sing the twilight's hymn every time. A new day dawns onto a place most desirable. Grateful disembodiment. ..to pierce some holes into our horizon of perception.
A weeping procession moving through the snow. Silent pale faces, perceptible pain. Winter silence, terrible tranquility. Cold eyes starin' far away. .
Life is a clay urn on the mantle. And I am shattered on the floor. Life is a clay urn on the mantle. And I am scattered on the floor. We are the wounds and the great cold death of the earth. . ..
Here I sit at the fire. Liquor's bitter flames warm my languid soul. Here I drink alone and remember. A graven life, the stain of her memory. In this cup, love's poison.
The shallow voice of the wind. Cries between these ebony wings. The shallow cries of the wind. Sing a swan song for mankind. . Shine on morning sky fire.
The brawling of a sparrow in the eaves,. The brilliant moon and all the milky sky,. And all that famous harmony of leaves,. Had blotted out man's image and his cry..
To them we're paper, numbers in a profit margin. We fill their pockets & keep. their bank accounts enlargin'. No one controls them, they're on the inside of a.
Black beans on the stove, malta in my hands. Tears in Alba's eyes as she dreams of a far away land. "I've been stripped of my country, I've been spit on by my race".
They always shout so he tunes them out.. And turns it up.. He's found a place to go.. When he's had enough.. It's in the city where her parents said she couldn't go..