What goes around comes around. Line em up we'll knock em down. Every doubt you had in mind. Will leave swiftly just in time. . To see me as I'm leaving you behind.
Why!? How could you take your life?. Now I feel so empty inside.. How can I ever heal from this wound?. No I dont think it will happen too soon.. . Whoa! Displaced..
The cemetery a picnic ground, the dead regurgitated from the. ground. They arise up from the pit to eat my flesh and suck my dick. Long awaited I anticipated this moment as I masturbated.
Fly away with you. oh darlin'. fly away with me. my baby. . Sing and play with you. my friend. . sing and play with me. my lover.. Baby. baby. you're my really disco band.
I've seen warriors and showers up and down the mountains. . And many broken papers yellowed with an age.. I've seen it. I've met it between the great mud..
ihr denkt ich bin ein spinner. ihr glaubt ich bin ziemlich bloed. vielleicht habt ihr ja sogar recht. vielleicht bin ich ja daemlich. vielleicht bin ich auch verrueckt.
mein herr und meister mein gebieter. so soll es sein so moege es geschehen. so sprich nur ein wort und wir folgen dir. egal warum egal wohin. wir sind bedeutungslos wir sind nichts.
by Scatterbrain. from the recording titled 'Here Comes Trouble'. . Drunken milkmen driving drunk,. Swerves on the curves.. Chevrolet heads his way....
Drunken milkmen driving drunk,. Swerves on the curves.. Chevrolet heads his way.... A flash - A crash!. Milk and blood, blood and milk. Family of four, family no more..
by Scatterbrain. from the recording titled 'Here Comes Trouble'. . Sailing on a big ship. Deaf, dumb, blind.. Sailing through a wild one.. To the other side..
Down in the dumps and feeling blue,. Sitting home got nothing to do.. Help me-Just get me..... Down the road, down the road, that's where it's best.. Homesick for the road again, homesick, it's our friend.
by Scatterbrain. from the recording titled 'Here Comes Trouble'. . Here's my story, sad but true. About a girl that I once knew.. She broke my heart, I became unglued,.
[Brogna / Christ]. . I went to a doctor with a pain in my head. He said: "Tumor boy! Six months you're dead,. It's gonna be slow and painful. It ain't gonna be no fun".
I can hear the colors. Hear what they say. I can taste the sounds. Voice of the soul sings inside. . Dreaming all the time. Deep in slumber. The expression of the soul.
The scars form a pattern. Symmetric in design. For each and every conflict. A mark you will find. . Wounds have opened bleeding. From the magic of your words.
Come storms of dawning revolutions. And sow the seed that will destroy. The waters deep conceal monumental depth. Yet hides the vastness from your eyes.
I transcend my earthly form. Through some questions never asked before. Question the need to be a machine. That responds automatically. . Some words will trigger certain acts.
The drug is in, invades within. The third eye is opening. Dimethyltryptamine and harmine. Natural secretions of the mind. . Ingestion, convulsion. Enlightenment, bliss.
Curves of rotation explained. Moving spiral galaxies. Detection through the caused reactions. Indirectly found. . Find deep within an unseen soul. Unveil its confined rays.