2. Bite the Pain 4:26. 3. Spirit Crusher 6:44. 4. Story to Tell 5:32. 5. The Flesh and the Power it Holds 8:24. 6. Voice of the Soul 3:40. 7. To Forgive 5:53.
I see a brand new fork in the road up ahead. And still have an option to turn back instead. Of entering into a strange new world unknown. If I go back though I'll wonder could I have grown.
I don't want to lose her. She's my new drama. I think I love her. I hardly know her. . Conflicting interest. She passed my test. She's just what I want.
Got a rich man's dream. want to swap my taxi on a limousine.. Want to cash it in. want to give it all away.. Got a poor man's needs. beans in the bucket and love in the sheets..
"Backwash districts sprung from Ra's bright hips. Reduced to silkscreen hand job new car ego trips. And it's just endless combinations of the same old shit.
Pick a face. Don't matter which one now. Just pick a face. You can stand every day. . I'll replace. Every single little part of me. Just tell me. Who you want me to be.
Id Give Anything To Frame This Moment. Just Before The Morning Light. As I Lie Here With My Soul On Fire. Loving You Last Night. . But Nothing Ever Last Forever.
What do you do when the things you once had arent what they were anymore?. Remember the day when you sat right here and to be with you forever I swore.
SO LET ME GET MY HEAD STRAIGHT. I THINK IM GONA BREAK DOWN. SEEM CRAZY AND I DONT KNOW WHY. I DONT KNOW IF ITS EVER. EVER GONA MAKE SENSE. TO CLOSE MY EYES.
Man, look at that rack. Right next to the popcorn and the battery packs. Am I supposed to be skinny or fat?. Hmm. . Sometimes I get so depressed. Am I supposed to wear pants or a see-through dress.
Could there be a different ending. To the same old story. ?Cause you're not the first to say. You're gonna be there for me. I need to know what's in your heart.
I used to see in black and white. Never something in between. Waitin' on the love of my life. To come into my dreams. . Everything in shades of gray. Never any blues or greens.
Hark how the bells, sweet silver bells. All seem to say, throw cares away. Christmas is here, bringing good cheer. To young and old, meek and the bold.
All the way. Like a storm on a mountain high. So I hope and I pray. That my soul can fly. Now the time has come for me to rise. No way I'm gonna walk off that live.
you sang a song as you packed up your bags. a summer solstice lullaby. i succumb to cliche sentiments but forget the lines. i turn on the phonograph to drown you out with retrospective whines.
I'll crunch Your Ballsac, Whip it into A Mulch. Genital Juices gurgle And Squelch. Squeeze Your Testicals, Put them in A Vice. Butcher Knives And Razor Stab, Poke And Slice....
Cathode ray messiah,. window to the soul,. Eradicate all rational thought,. let's kill and hit the road.. Severed head empty heart,. feet swing with the wind..
Yes. No. . Beautiful eyes long gone. Beautiful eyes return. Beautiful lies set in stone. Come alive, disarm. Take my life, alter form. . You look at me on the level, uh-huh.
Regarding Creek Lullaby. this song was recorded in 1943 By Professor Willard Rhodes. Willard Rhodes was a Professor of music at Columbia University and employed by The Bureau of Indian Affairs to compile a recorded catalouge of Native American Songs. Professor Rhodes recorded a young girl named Margaret singing Creek Lullaby. Margaret attened the Haskell Institue in Lawrence, kansas. According to the Professors notes Margaret's voice "shimmered in the room" The translation, roughly, is.
Rails until the city sun. And the longest hallway on Valencia. Are screaming your name. Through a mess of sweat-soaked covers. . And the bottles that you've been pissing in.