He woke up, as his flesh fell off ... slice by slice,. Floating high up in the air, more than ten-thousand miles.. He said, he was crucified underneath a baneful sky,.
The Woman I am no mirror can see,. My breast are still small and my voice is so deep.. The Woman I am unable (she cannot) feel love,. I wish to cut my genitals and feed them to the dogs..
From far beyond the veil of sleep some ancient voice does seem to whisper my forgotten name weakly, yet solemnly.. So remotely that one night think it had been but a dream, echo of some illusive call of fleeting memory..
[Original music & lyrics by NICO]. "Seinem Geiste bekenne ich mich, ein Sehnen verzehret sein schnes Gesicht, da, ermattet, von Gte beschattet, allmchtig ist. Sein Krper bewegt sich nicht...- im Traume sich endlich sein Zwingen vergit. Den heulenden Jubel erkenne ich nicht, der mir den heiligen Frieden zerbricht. Sein schweigender Mund, seine schlafende Brust harren zrtlich der sen Lust. Sein Krper bewegt sich nicht...- im Traume sich endlich sein Zwingen vergit.".
It makes no sense. to keep myself alive. an ember awakes. by killing fire. . I am forever. I am an open scar. I've been forgotten. reborn in endless pain.
(The stygian battery is primed to extinguish...). Artillery contrived through the pulse of the spirits. Claimed within the umbral webs. The coffin shells creep slowly across the battlefields.
By the blackened dawn of balefire. The imperial necropolis tower. Guarded by ancient wraiths and specters;. Infused, I focus my power.. . The chemistries of eternal flesh.
Nothing but silence. Inside these four walls. The worms of affliction. Take over my heart. . The burning stakes of desire!. Just ember remains!. I try to light a new fire!.
Snow, a weird song on the radio. Tells the tale of a doll. I'm perishing dead drunk. On the back of a blue cab. . Los Angeles under snow. To live with crazy men.
all i want is to let this go. cause this heavy heart has been putting me down for too long.. all i want is to hear your voice,. but no matter how i tell it to myself it still feels wrong..
It felt like spring time on this February morning. In a courtyard birds were singing your praise. I'm still recalling things you said to make me feel alright.
It felt like spring time on this February morning. In a courtyard birds were singing your praise. I'm still recalling things you said to make me feel alright.
You didn't chose me. You left me for the dark hearted one. Your shadow is bigger than your sun. I thought we were one. . You didn't hear me. You listened to those beautiful lies.
Not 'cause you're older or 'cause you're better. Although you're older and you're better. Yes it's truly thrilling. But also 'cause you just let me love you.