Ain't nothing working ain't nothing right. There's a whole in me that I can't fill. No matter how hard I try. . Hey bartender hit me with a double. And introduce me to that girl with the bubble.
Oh, man it seems like yesterday. When I bought you a drink. And I asked you your name. The little girl with the punk rock face. And the sadness in her eyes.
I could feel it, see it. The spirit as it was leaving my body. No, it would not stay for a while. It turned and laughed then crawled away. . So far away-I could not see that far.
Everybody got their hopes and dreams. Everytime I wake up, I feel the pain. Like a thousand pins and needles falling like rain. Alone in my bedroom, alone with my pain.
Ya'll ready for this?. I'm lovin' this shit.. anarchy motherfucker,. global anarchy.. . New World Orphans!. . My Generation, can ya hear the call?. everybody watch babylon fall!.
A wind of ashes mixed awe and wonder for these. The yearner, the hallows, the specter and I. And the arrows pointed to the core. As songs are sung for the tender ones.
Sourceless, rythmless, heartless.. I scan the desert.. Since I, in my beasthood saw the dancers there.. As my hands, two tiny figures, came visible,. Like a carniver of flesh..
Boiling deluge sweeps the landscape. Seething waters rush. Elegant wave of devastation. Erects the plunge upon life. . We enshrine this glorious black deluge nights.
Soaring spell, burns the scattered spawn. Enraged journey, through heaven's yell. As the wrath of Satan, escapes hell. It drowns the waters, erects their waves.
Not wholesome no more, like I never had a choice in this. In unfamiliar bliss now I'm burning this all. Not gonna break for your sake, I'll never escape that.
I am a man with a heavy heart,. and I dare not tear the pages. Fighting with automatic self destruction. I.... . It's a blind faith. A cruel waste. One bitter taste.
Her painted stare. Her silky hair. Her ghostly glare. Burns holes everywhere. I waited long. I held out strong. One step beyond. On my mind all day long.
Voted in I'm just the spokesman here. A robot I'm not I feel the same fears. Pressure on my back and I must respond. Say the word and I'll be gone. I'm gone.
A January eve, the year XXX A.S.. Magick granted me a gift, that Lucifer blessed. A daughter born of darkness, and oh so divine. The next generation of the infernal bloodline.
[Intro #3]. The Christian concept of God - God as God of the sick, God as spider, God as. spirit - is one of the most corrupt conceptions of god arrived at on this.
War has evolved, in a world bound for death, trails of blood, lead to our corpses, liquids of life, have taken to the earth.... . Man Destroying Man....
Behind the walls of Christ the hypocrites recite songs to glorify their king who's died in vain. they betray the holy son. . Extinguishing his light. Their greed and their desire.
Looking down from on top of it all. Looking down on everyone else. So high above, it all looks the same. Bring you down to see how it is. . The greatness you feel, so smug on your throne.
How much does an opinion weigh. Does it really matter what I say. I can't be responsible. Be yourself or be a tool. . Who cares what you expect. What is politically correct?.