(mark mancina). . Miles away. The light in the distance looks miles away. Tired of resistance and turned away. Going back to the holy land. Last night your anger was born again.
Brain Salad Surgery. It will murder you, it murdered me. We made it for our enemy. Brain Salad Surgery. . We've got a ballad. About a salad brain. with assurgence.
Everyday I see a new cloud coming. There's one more hole in space. Everytime I walk across the street. I feel the gas blowing in my face. We never learn even deserts burn.
Bitches crystal. Knows how you. Twist all the lines. . Fortune teller. Future seller. Of time. . Tortured spirits cry. Fear is in their eyes. Ghostly images die.
(keith emerson/greg lake). . I was walking on this station. I could see somebody lying on a chair. I went over to him. I said, hey man, what are you doing there.
Benny was the bouncer at the Palais de Dance. He'd slash his granny's face up, given half a chance. Hed sell you back the pieces, all for less than half a quid.
Clear the battlefield and let me see. All the profit from our victory.. You talk of freedom, starving children fall.. Are you deaf when you hear the season's call?.
Butter wouldn't melt in your mouth. Someone said that you'd played around. And that's why me and him. Had to go out and straighten things out. Because butter couldn't melt in your mouth.
I've been trapped. I'm all for giving. But you've got me wrapped. . I got my reasons. But I won't explain. I'll get my highs a better way. . I watch you sinking.
Next time around. I'm gonna open my eyes, I've been. . You've gone too far. You've been murder right from the start. You said we'd never be crow-barred apart.
Pride yourself unholy one. Never grasp the throne of God. Receive your fate your prideful pig. Forever you will not win. . I will not be deceived. I will not give into your temptation.
Overwhelming lust consumes my spirit. I have given into my own flesh. Corrupted, corrupted, corrupted, no longer. . I beat my chest in disgust with my actions.
He found a wrist and cut his meter. Mary sings only sweet and low. Blow a kiss for headstone martyrs. Taking the blame. . I'm letting go, I knew that I'd give in.
Ghost dancer, I here you. Circle my heart in yours. I'm seeking your presence. In hope of dreams come true. . On subways, train stations. I'll save the night for you.
Drench me in kisses. Your breath consumes my pores, leave my heart in one. I swallow sunsets day by day, media makes me ill. Previous desires have been slain 'cause all I want is you.
Hollywood's acting depressed.. Medicate yourself, the teacher said to the gun.. They are addicted to fear nicoteenage queers are eating holes in the sun..