Baby these are an awful lot of maybe's. Don't kid yourself, are you still hoping. I've got the devil on my side. He'll put a plan into my mind. . Can you see the posse (moving on).
I am a bus driver and it's four in the morning. And I'm pressing out my clothes beside my bed. Fourteen years been on the job and with many miles behind.
Before there was time. There were visions in Your mind. There was death in the fall of mankind. But there was life in salvation's design. . Before there were days.
I tried to know. Every mystery. Soon realized, no. It was too much for me. . 'Cause most things true. Are simple and complex. So it is with you. What else should I expect.
So I'm walking down the street somewhere outside of San Francisco. And I don't really know my way around. And I'd love to stay a day or two and get into some trouble.
And there's so many fish in the sea. But we could float if that's what you want. Oh, 'cause baby you seem too good to me. I don't want to know what what life would be.
The wind blew cold on that mountain. On the night that I was made. Pale moonlight poured on that cabin. As shadows danced to a hoot owl's serenade. . When that fire burned down to ashes.
I should have known that you were trouble when. I heard the words my sister said. she told me that you were spoiled - rotten to the bone. I suppose that I was blind.
The things you say, to feed the lie you started. to break the broken hearted. The things you say, to overlook your conscience,. to spy another offense.
These long days torment my mind. Am I blind. If I miss the worlds affair. Will I care. . Beyond this world. The people dance around their king. Beyond this world.
"this is my heaven and this is my hell". where are the depths that make me fall into. where is the walk that me me fall with you. where are the depths, at them I stare.
Words confuse and create equivocal thoughts. Thoughts silently transmit our inner essence. The eternal silence leads to oblivion.. I am contradiction, the boundary, inside and outside.
Purple flames celebrate the new warrior's feats. while dry tears take the old triumphs to a silent death. The old men's corpses consumes in an obscure dust.
Just like a black crow. What tears your flesh with fire. Bites you a torturing desire. . The instict what's preying your mind. From inside destroy you.
Nothing inside. Nowhere to hide. They acted blind. Leaving you behind. . No hands to hold. No fairy-tales told. No safety belts. No one to help. . No space for you in this dreadful world.
You're gasping for breath. Your heart stops to beat. You'd enter your death. And your soul would release. . Your death'll have to wait. I choose your fate.
The end is near, but have no fear. Take a vacation to pits of Hell. First-class flight awaits you all. We fly to Hell via Twilight Zone. The bell tolls noon, the bell tolls doom.
On which sphere am i ?. Its turning, its turning around. On which sphere am I ?. Its floating, its floating around. . On which sphere am I ?. its burning and breaking down.
"Blue Heat". _Microphonies_. Cabaret Voltaire. Come into a dusty room.. Sitting down with empty papers.. Wipe your smoke through the hallways.. Someone whispers in the darkness..
Vient le nuage. Un soir de demi-brume. Les cafs gonflent de fume. Le petit homme qui chante. Dans le verre de bire. Du plus bel abandon. Devant soi soudain.