Its been 18 months, youve stopped smoking cigarettes. And quit the job, all to settle the bet. Were you at noon, played the Russian roulette. And she got the smile and she skipped but a step.
Look look what you've done. Not to become your Father's Son. Before that day, day, day is done. You'll get your day, day, day in the sun. . In this time we've got here.
This choke hold is driving me away from your world.. Far from complying, I'm so drenched in spite,. I'd chew off my own feet before stepping in line..
One man, alive.. If I may assert so much, I feel open wide,. heartbeats like echoes of this pulsing life,. radiating warmth through me and quieting my mind..
A plastic bag of revelations.. Count my patience in grams.. Never "I am" just "was".. Now sleeping. Words are useless.. Brains are truthless and love to waste time,.
As faces crept in from the room next door to my eyes I let a razor race swiftly down my armless body towards the clays of hell. Blink to separate desecration from pain.
As faces crept in from the room next door. to my eyes I let a razor race swiftly down my armless body. towards the clays of hell. Blink to separate desecration from pain.
In paranoia I find genius. But the ice-dreams have come with spiritless consequence. A hatchet has been hidden between my eyes. A hatchet gift-wrapped in paranoia.
Don't bite the hand that feeds you. Rather saw it off at the shoulder and bury the blade. Incinerate the torsos and start a fresh page in the journal of life.
In the garden of hell. Did you heed the warning. You lie awake in your cell. Hear the evil calling. . Look inside. This extraordinary place. Never know what youll find.
Tell me what you feel inside?. Maybe there's a way that. You can hide. From the world that you made. . In your state of inner rage. Is it hard to see right through?.
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As I proclaim life, everything I for breaks. My inside flooding, it detonates. Me and my frustration, we know each other too well. A solid core creating this bleeding, suffering leads me, now.