We are here!. Bringin' the message of love. Salvation for the lost. Like a clown. We're bringin' the joy to the crowd. And laughter for the sad. . Oh yeah.
She was the night, night of retribution. A persona not right, blood of pollution. He was the day, day of solution. Shaped like clay, he was led astray.
I used to be someone. But I grew to be something that I'm not. It feels like I'm cornered. By everything that you really want. . Why are we here in the same old room?.
Cathode rays blast like meteor rain to my brain. Still I'm using all the tools to escape my reality. Forced myself to not sleep, forced myself to not see.
The train left westwards on a Saturday sunrise. . We rode along the linear scaffold. To a fertile sidetrack. Not yet been tamed. By urban architecture.
Come to me through the channels of the soul. Pantheon of designer rock 'n' roll. The war broke out in the back of my head. No victims but several dead.
{Edvard Munch in Christiania. Painter in the poor capital of. A spoon-like strip of land. . He painted a self portrait in Hell. And herad Death speaking French.
[C:] One day I'll return with another man's clothes. One day I'll return with another man's name. [L:] I am all alone. Existence has no friends. I feel the emotion that never ends.
I don't understand l. And probably never will. But understanding aside. It is what it is. Rebuild, rebuild, rebuild. The walls that separate us. . My loneliness is my best friend.
Words never spoken. About any situation. Too damn afraid to speak. Can't get a simple response. . A flared temper. Broken furniture. Patience worn thin.
It's time to hear what's really fast. to hear the first to do the blast. so many try but can't keep up. they're just too slow to make the cut. it's padding the beat you play.
What ever happened to Celtic Frost?. Isn't it true that they got lost. in the pandemonium. Never to be seen again. Tom Warrior fell from a tree in cherry orchard.
Hazme un sitio en tu colchón. Quiero vivir en el, así oler tu respiración. Quiero ser la uña de tu pie, para poder. Oír el ruido que hace tu tacón. Tengo necesidad de perderme en las curvas.
Oppression is the holy law. In God, I distrust. In time, His monuments will fall. Like ashes to dust. . Is war and greed the master plan?. The Bible's where it all began.
Devious to those unknown, he walks below the land. Alluring victims to their death perish to the sand. Master of the blackened arts living his decree.
Eyes upon me. Watching me in my perpetual sleep. Dreams deceive me. My future depends on a mindless dream. . I've fallen from promises. Damned to take risks on my own.
Night will come and I will follow. For my victims, no tomorrow. Make it fast, your time of sorrow. On his trail, I'll make you follow. . Quarters for the criminally insane.
Night will come and I will follow. For my victims, no tomorrow. Make it fast, your time of sorrow. On his trail, I'll make you follow. . Quarters for the criminally insane.
I need to redefine. All the things I hate today. Politics that fail. From a President derailed. . I hate the shit economy. It might as well be sodomy.