[Music: Hanner / Lyrics: Sjogren]. . I've conquered my mind, wait for my soul. Silence is all, there's no hope, lost all control. Twilight has come, the ultimate nightmare is here.
So close yet still so far. You can run but you'll never escape. I tried to pull myself together. But I guess it's too late. . I am the fire in your heart.
You're walking 'round the street. And a van slows down. They pull you off your feet. And they knock you 'around. . Whoever they are. If it's the Reds or the blues.
Don' be too late, don't miss the train. We gotta get a result, Lord what a pain, what a game. We gotta keep fighting, we gotta walk tall. We gotta stick together, and then march foward, one and all.
Cut tear taking life, too serious recreates. A void not unlike walking infinitely blind. Through rooms strewn with razor blades. I see what you mean, what you say, duck the issue.
Attached in awe, what an abashed hate filled culture of viruses, born raised and infected with violent thought, to set it off defend the wrong incite the thing to bring it down, to bring it down, to bring it down, to bring it down,.
You know, I'd rather be the ol' devil. Well, I'd rather be the devil. Then to be that woman' man. You know, rather be the devil. Than to be that woman' man.
Drug addiciton alcholism hatism beatialitiy mutilation murder vampirism necrophilia canobalism. Not to mention a gamet of sexual goodies.... . It is true then!.
(a dream) rest low tar spell fatigue vermin crawling in livid gnaws. fasting on tic and a flea in vain again agro flight not taking fasting. on deception in the making turns two against three penny save a.
injured plea crushed destiny deep down. trauma hounds run to corrode integrity whatever matters and it would. they fail to see they make believe reality helpless deaths.
injured plea crushed destiny deep down. trauma hounds run to corrode integrity whatever matters and it would. they fail to see they make believe reality helpless deaths.
holding witch hands. dream the whole week. radiance hissing rodent speak. elective evil once started. shot struck home so it goes. inches towards flattened back.
Tarnish away. . Tarnish. Simple test at best. . All is nothing less. Run for more. . I can't decide. . Love in the grass. . All is nothing less. . Rather.
Find. Words fade above the snow. The carved out somebody stitch. The carver's all who waves surrender. Through all tempers looking back. The skin begins to crack.
I am not living here, I have got much left to fear. In the place of safety I am fortunate to be alive. With all these distinguished things around me, I am left to realize.
You can't dodge the subject, are you infected now?. Mathematics and theology don't belong in the same sentence. I'll do fucking cannonballs into repulsion while you live your life.
Find a better way to die,. fashion in the end in the likeness of the start. If it could only present itself in a way we could understand. The code cannot break, we will only hate.
To be named, we've come to the flames,. to seek a judgment, to tell a fortune. It's hard to change, you cannot get away,. the further you run the quicker it finds you.