please, please don't disappear. i'm clearly unprepared and aloof. and trained to walk without. though i can trace the steps we've made clearly. so what is real?.
So far no one seems bothered But you've seen what i've seen Around here it doesn't take much I'll take the liberty Let's just get to it soon And tell the truth.
Dryadmother angelic queen. Enhanced by thy mellow lily-scent. She is weeping marble rain. Still her childrens worldly bane. Honeydwarves and steeds of bronze.
Yeah! You can change your twisted mind. and you can change it all the time. Please don't touch my face. Don't let me dream again. . Your darkest nightmare's coming true.
Far away from mankinds woe. My dreaming fairyland does glow. A moonspark did arrive from there. Proclaiming me eternal glare. Doomhorses woven solitude.
Change your visions, throw the old away. leave me in silence. trip away and take me now. . it's down below. . Change your feelings, don't fool yourself.
I come inside, turn off the light. give me your hands, I'll hold you tight. and now it's time to make you mine. I want you - I'm haunting you. . The feelings you know, are feelings to grow.
Divine intervention so few and far between. Like lightning when it touches to the ground. Answer me the question I'm ready to believe. I hold my breath before I let it out.
Fed up, knocked down. Withdrawn from everything. That once was comfortable. So much for routine. . You're weighted down, sinking. Swimming against the stream.
you eat the flesh from bones. the hells that i have left you. you keep the best for last and wait for night to come. and i watch in darkness as i plan all of what will happen.
Tonight let's rid ourselves of love. Our lives are ending in the rain along with. a bottle and my red dress on. . oohh the blood is rushing through our skin.
Yeah, alright, I'm at the bottom, lookin' up. Been there before but once ain't enough. I tried to quit but there ain't no way. I can't live by the light of day.
Who cares about. your mystic lies. Is it a claim to some reality. I found myself barefoot. on stones. I don think. t was meant to be?. I don think. t just had to be?.
Who cares about. your mystic lies. Is it a claim to some reality. I found myself barefoot. on stones. I don't think. 'It was meant to be'. I don't think.
Their legend lay in tatters. From Perth to John O'Groats. The Dead Sea navigators. Should've been buried at birth. . And of course, I loved them dearly.
You've had your fill of laughing gas. And pacing 'round the waiting room. Heard you moved into an empty house. When they broke into the girls bedroom.
Do you know where their children are?...Do you care?. They're withering away on desert plains. rotting flesh in withering pain. sickle skelatons who sleep in piss.
In a cry for freedom communist Europe's walls crumble. They are reconstructed in our backyards. We are denied. They deny it. In a cry for safety a girl runs to a cop.
Dear John - cherchez la femme?. Dear John - round the bend?. Dear John - still looking for me?. Dear John - still like what you see?. Dear John - find a sex-machine.
So go on and tear it up. Black and cold with the dust. 'Cause I believed in the Lord. But He don't show up anymore. . If you can't trust the wind who can you trust?.