Sick of the waiting and praying and hoping. Sick of the cold whispered dreams and not knowing. Sick of the strength that it takes to keep going. Sick as I'm losing this fight and it's showing.
He was called wrath of god and he has led. His squad to an awful death - it was too late. When they realized that he was a madman. Natives came out to fight and claimed their land.
Full of superficial words,. anxious to find the real essence of the human nature.. . Love, hate, colours, feelings, bitterness, anger, disappointment,.
Tasting my glorious father bribes, blazing gold, I loathe the shiny. sand.. Sacking the tombs of your heroes and messiahs. Shanghaing, the dancing queen from the seraglio of your dreams.
(Inspired by pure human hate. Dedicated to all of his hunters.). As dark's light being faded. And my black turns into day. My thoughts return into the grave.
Led by my own will, I ruled !. Traces on a muddy path, I ruled !. The soul of a tree I got. Paroxysm, megalomania, all ended so sadly.. The ictus of the last shovelful on my coffin's.
Lured by the beauty of thou chantings. The ones being sang by your delicate slender body. Sanctuary of thou precious faith furious soul hauntings. As the sky cries, mournful odes clamor saddy.
Across those bridges far beyond. Once upon I walked, but nevermore. To Roads of marvel some say they lead. Bitter humans who patiently bleed.. I recall the thoughts my mind captured.
Can't see the light of beauty. I see a somber sun. . I smell the flowers. I smell the sun. . My words sustain in silence. My breath still talks to sirens.
''Het is al veel te laat''. zeggen de wijzers op de klok. Maar eigenlijk heb ik nog geen slaap. Ze wijzen maar raak. Ik blijf nog even op. Want de plannen liggen klaar.
I'm searching for the future. I know I'll suffer torture. 'cause I'm starving and I want it. I'm dying to realize my ideal. . I'll try no matter what you do.
TEACHER:. Good morning boys and girl. I am your substitute teacher. My name is Ms. Seagal. The topic. . for today is: What you like to be when you grow up? You, over there in the jeans shirt,.
Aquarious. Under the sun. The dehydrated world. All i want is a bottle of water. Right in the middle. Of an old ghost town. Up in the sky. Something's shining.
I don't know nothing about yesterday. What am I supposed to do. Tell me what to do with this tragedy. . Hey, mister. You should have not fake me. 'cause I wasn't fool enough.
andys house (day 2). . cristas got a sixty. and Ive got all the works you need. says shes gonna lift me. pulling pins from the back seat. were leaving the white house.
you don't talk to him like you should. you don't walk with him like you should. I guess I'd like to remind you. you better get ready to fit your skin.
and your days are numbered. and your hands are looking younger. you got a hole in you the size of the moon. you got a hole in you big enough to get you through.
Verse 1. . Sitting here. My thoughts are there. I wonder where you are now. . I heard around that you got another. But I can't help but wonder. If she makes you smile.
I declare the end to this endless war. Which is all thats known to me. You came just in time. Showed me through enemies line. Gave me my own destiny. .