[Incomprehensible]. Keeping the brain going with micro shocks. . Melted faces. Fractured cells. Implanted memories. Syringe of hell. . Crippled mutants.
Big money, big guns. . Yet, as the threat of war is ever more remote. What's the moral challenge of our day?. What, what's the moral?. . Big money, big money, big gun.
This mark of impalement burned on my skin is immoral. The shackle of frailness confines one to crawl with one self. A smell of corrosion forcefully clashes within.
Breaking, all these rules you made for me. Running, through these mine fields set for me. Burning, in the fire you fueled for me. Laughing at the anger you've thrown my way.
Here I'm standing in the pouring rain. All alone I feel a silent pain. The dust of love, it made me blind, no way to see. Can you see my bleeding heart? Can you heal my heart?.
The first time we met. I lit a cigarette. In a dive bar in downtown TJ. I ordered two shots. Dropped a dime in the jukebox. And played 3Life By The Drop2 by Stevie Ray.
Headlights shining on a fence. Two kids holding hands. In my Daddy's car. Clothes lyin' on the floor. Lennon on the radio. Singin' songs for the lonely hearts.
Blurring the lines we define. Between the wrong and the right,. We're on the other side of the divide. And it makes me sick to watch us die inside.. .
Thoughts float through my human structure. The destruction of belief reflects in grief. What has become of the creator of individuals. That gave birth to life and commitments.
[Music: Jarmo Kylmnen, Lyrics: O-P Trr, Juha Kylmnen]. . Another broken day passed by. Another dead night is waiting to come alive. You are already trying to find.
[Music: O-P Trr, Lyrics: Juha Kylmnen]. . Is this love, hate or pain?. For me it's all the same. These are the last words I say. Because I really don't care.
The time to remain. Caught you in the game. For money to bleach. I want it to stop. But I can't be late. My bulletproof soul. . Just fades away. Deny the days of yours.
So I wish I could fly. And sincere years of my life. Will never become. The rays of the sun. And I keep traveling in. This unreal world. And maybe soon I will.
Whoever told you that we can not try to fly. To fly without wings much easier just try. To dive in deep blue dream and stay up there wrapped in peace.
You'll never feel. my blood again. For you this means. the end of all. your sorrows. . Your eternal life,. the end of your tears. and when the sunrise.
Take me in the temple of the evening sun. Coming from there where's no life's remained. Only the glow reflecting in the eyes of phrentics. By the name of LEGION.
There's nothing left here. . You left me with no room to grow. So where do I go, where do I go. Take me with you to the other side. Because there's nothing left here.
Needles in the grass?. Ok, snakes in the hay.. Homogeny is engulfing culture.. Strip malls and chains tear down the sanctity of days, supplant ancestry with amenity..
Breathe me in like air, innocent.. My fingers bleed.. I've been writing too much.. Preventing these words from searing my battered throat.. And I can't even scream so I sketch your face..