seems that things. getting kind of rough. guess I did not realize. in time. why, I ask why. he doesn't trust me. he doesn't trust. anybody. strange kind of love.
Cast the spell. The witch. Shes draining me. Cast the spell!. Cast the spell!. Cast the spell!. Shes draining me. Shes draining me. The witch. Shes draining me.
Lovers clench severed hands. Leaving a trail of blood. Of a disemboweled heart. . Your kiss of longing. Is my isolation. A kiss of death. A kiss of the dead.
Pulsating cannibal. Takes the fetus from the oven.. Needle eyes, grimacing. Just another day apart.. . Dead wish in a dead wishing well. Dead spiders weave dead webs..
The clock strikes upon the hour,. And the sun begins to fade,. There's still enough time to figure out,. How to chase my blues away,. I've done alright up till now,.
I've drank from the neck of gods most beautiful creation.. I've stared in the darkness of her ever shutting doors.. Your old scares you open.. I'm telling you to leave them alone..
The mechanics of the machine are hard to desribe. in a word or a sentence, it takes a life time.. Trust me I ain't got one left to live. or give to explain the ways of how it works,.
At our parties, there's two guys for every girl. At our parties, there's two bodies for every cannibal. At our parties, there's two cooks for every entree.
Wow, great. . Well, this is taking everything, everything that I can stand. And you look like the enemy. With the answers hidden in your hands. You can tell yourself everything is fine.
Fuck Columbus, he was lost, Mickey Mouse needs speed. Uncle Sam spoon fed on crack, ET loves LSD. Diet-Coke head Barbie dreams of sex and God in jeans.
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Gimme something to breath, give me a reason to live. Close your eyes and see what you have inside. . I think I've gone insane, I can't remember my own name.
Hey little girl wanna go for a ride?. There's room and my wagon is parked right outside. We can cruise down Rober Street all night long. But I think I'll just rape you and kill you instead.
Time toffee molten on the mantle. Freeze frame sound hangs in the air. My thoughts ebbing in slow motion. In limbo more than anywhere. . Just a sleepy head.
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Mmm, tidy it up. . Fuck you, man, if you don't feel alright. Fuck you, man, if you don't feel OK. Cos I'm wired to the moon, stapled to the sky, happy as I am, and I don't know why.
I'd hate to break it to you now. But that reoccurring sound. In your ear makes it perfect. Was it clear, my whole purpose?. . I'm just fine with or without.
I saw just what it does. When it's too hard for you to face it. Still pushing you to make it. It's been no new news to me. . 'Cuz it's all been done before.