Busted, busted. . Some things you feel. Before something's revealed. Sometimes you know. Oh, sometimes it shows. . You were with her said you weren't and.
untouched by grace. fallen are the messengers. hymns of the profane. unheard by the pious. revere the inverted hypocrite. as we breed to the sound of the hammering nail.
Messengers of doom come forth and destroy. Move and appear, blasting winds which multiply. Sorcery.... Thoth. Voodoo.... Damballa. Black.... Tchort. Magick.... O-Yama curse!.
The knell tolls... divine holocaust by the grace of the black moon. The apocalyptic vision for all the world to bear witness to this,. the opening of the wound.
Moon at dawn, high above the horizon. Wind is calm, sun is slowly rising. Clouds will form, hide the blazing star. Mighty winds bring the coming storm.
An undistinguised knot of waste. The man laid open, a soul to test. Feel some pressure. Building in your chest, is this your last breath?. . Alone exposed to just blood and bone.
I've often wondered about the demons coming in the pale skirts of midnight,. I never really paid much attention to them though.. I knew they were coming (and they came)..
Can you give me some answers. I need you to help me out. Yes I need you to tell me. What there is behind.. . Hear me sorrow, (I) feel so hollow. Clean my doubts, please I pray you loud.
...And the, alright. Let's play the big game of life and death. You can throw your dice. I'm not scared as you see.... . Odd or even: make your choise....
The siren screams to start the day. You get up early to earn your pay. Push the button throw that switch. Turbines roar their unholy pitch. I listen I can hear.
Cas: 5:06. Text: Frantisek Gellner. Bud matka bozi pomocna. Ti v stavu pretezkem. Ma mila pry jsi nemocna. Pry chodis s utezkem. Cha! Cha!. Pry chodis s utezkem.
Cas: 1:32. Abych moh davat holkam kytky na potkani. a chranit tucnaky na jiznim polu,. abych nikdy nemusel vstavat pred svitanim. a zvracet po spatnym alkoholu.
Well you're probably right. You're probably in control. They probably watch you walk away. Well a line is just a line. But when you turn it all it's just another line again.
September, seventh grade. O.P. shorts on enemies made. I was a new fool at a new school. About to get beat up 'cause my clothes weren't cool. Purple shirt with a kool-aid stain.
How many times will I look at you?. Allured by the scent of your death. And the savage priests, to a suffering soul. Exult in a strangled song. . I am soothed from anger into sorrow.
I listen almost everyday. To the same lies hitting my face. That will be better in the end. But I don't really give a damn. I trust a lot in who I am.
Hurry people, don't miss your bus or you'll be late.. Hurry people, and there's a chance to win it all.. And for heaven's sake,. don't let you be distructed from your course..
1.. NOW I`M TWENTY AND I THINK IT'S TIME TO MAKE A CHANGE. I WANT TO START WITH SOMETHING NEW. I'VE FINISHED MY APPRENTICESHIP EVERYTHING SEEMS TO BE O.K..
(Break). Our lives And every issues tried. And magnified by drama queens;. With judgmental minds. All the politics,. And their plexy-glass lives,. Theyre followed by.
I crept into our room. She came along too soon. I saw things, they're not your taste. Misunderstood, it's such a waste. . Your stranger sleep in our bed.