Black cat of death. Coming for you. Hears your heartbeat. No help for you. . Leaps upon you. Claws extended. Sharp teeth slicing. Into your flesh. . Gouging out your eyeballs.
Years of torment. Savage torture. Strung up bodies. Ready to die. . Doused with fluid. Blow torch flaming. It's time to die. Roasted alive. . Death... burning flesh.
Cannibals- return to kill. Meet your death- sawed in two. body parts- strewn about. cut off legs- severed heads. Rotting flesh- macabre death. corpses hang- stripped off skin.
Prepared for a flesh feast. Lusting fresh human meat. Cornered helpless victim. Spear penetrates the skin. . Mutilating the carcass. Munching on the organs.
Caught by natives. Sentenced to death. No one survives. Devoured alive. Gut munching. Brain eating. Tit tearing. Eye gouging. Dismemberment. Limbs chopped and hacked.
Years have passed, demented rage. Lust for death, taste for flesh. Luring victims to the farm. Promise of help, you meet death. Electric drill splits your skull.
Storm is coming, darkness is falling,. ngiht of terror. Insane killer, lust for murder,. deathand torture. Axe in the hand, knife through the throat,.
i believe in anomoly. community for the empty. . a roll of the dice. could be the night. could be tonight. . standing in the center of downtown. she wears a frown, no evening gown.
leaves may fall but branches always. stay intact. when routine becomes excitement. you disappear. imagine a place where you can mend your broken dreams.
No more dancing in the fountain, Or quiet peaceful nights. I didn't want to go this morning , But I really had to leave. . I cant find her anywhere, To save my life.
millions will follow the orchid. when the flock follows their shepard. it's not feeding, it's not feeding your mind. it's not feeding, it's not feeding your mind.
Burning so bright but still so fast. Will it burn out or will it last. This love feels so right. So are you ready for this. . I see a star so bright in your eyes.
It's Sunday morning I'm afraid to wake up. cause i know i ain't sleeping alone. i can't turn over i can't open my eyes. and i don't think i will till your gone.
I remember your touch, I remember your skin. I remember the place that we first met in. I remember your tongue as it danced around my teeth. I woke in the morning, the perfume on your sheets.
Numbers turn to money. Ain't it funny how we're built. To spend the whole of our lives running. Number crunching on assumption. There's reason in repeating rhymes.
Late night. Step on the carousel. And spend all night. Spinning round and round. Hold tight. And no don't you let go. Until daylight. Pours through your window.
Car alarms. And sleepless nights. Hunt me down. Like a witchhunt. You're a twisted knife. In a stab-proof vest. . Across landscapes and borderlines. With your head full of aching.
I tried to cross a bridge today. I tell you man there ain't no way to change. So I paid someone to lead me through. Mapped it out from me to you. In a way, it's cruel.
I know a way out!*. If you catch my drift. Hold it close to your heart. Let's just breath. So just count it off. The worst is over. At worst we standstill.
And when you left this town. You had to change your name. You had to change your face. To hide away the pain. But you run from part to part (?). And take on (?) right back to the start.