Yes, even the bad times are good. If there's a chance. That your heart misses. The words I try to say with kisses. . If I don't seem to look. As happy as I should.
Hearts go astray. Leaving hurt when they go. I went away. Just when you needed me so. Filled with regret. I come back begging you. Forgive, forget. Where's the love we once knew.
We demand a quiet and a dark. And a warm apartment. Clean covers, fresh water. Nice fragrances. . If we don't get it. We'll find ourselves insane. Expect some hatred.
You may be mine no more, but I'm forever yours. I'll try to handle this, an everlasting rose. . I saw you then, well I see you now. I can't forget you anyhow.
And the running kept him thin. And the running kept him pale. He ran all through the night. And he ran all through the day (someday). And the stranger crossed his way.
So he'd like it to grow as far as he knows. The situation is cursed for better or worse. He wants to take a chance, he surely wants to make it. But soon enough he'll understand, he's gonna waste it.
Emily,. Did he miss me?. Emily!. Emily,. Did he miss me?. Emily!. . What was he wearing?. What did he drink?. Did he loose my key?. What did he smell like?.
El Shaddai. By Amy Grant. El Shaddai, El Shaddai,. El-Elyon na Adonia,. Age to age You're still the same,. By the power of the name.. El Shaddai, El Shaddai,.
Don't tell me what to do. What to wear, what to say. Don't want to follow rules. Gonna do it my way. I've got a brain. I can think for myself. Don't wanna be like everybody else.
Grimly I dig up the turfs. To remove the corrupted stiffs. Trying to contain my excitement. As I desecrate graveolent crypts.... Fingers claw at coffin lids.
Eaten aliveMunched into pulp. Premature necropsy. Comes closer with each gulp. . Brain not fully deadDecrepit splattered libs. Mass ensanguined spasms.
Vilely I defile, chastise, humiliate. Writhing, agonized as I violate to impregnate. With lathering soaps and suds I slowly enemize. Innards gurgulate as they're sickly baptised....
Round and round we go. Like a merry-go-round out of control. The same old tune, the same old song. Again, again and again. . Round and round we go. When will it stop, nobody knows.
Bloodied, torn and twisted. Severe mutilation is all that remains. Stagnation in shrink-wrap. Empty the contents onto the mortuary slab.... The morbid, muted body.
Bloodied, torn and twisted. Severe mutilation is all that remains. Stagnation in shrink-wrap. Empty the contents onto the mortuary slab.... . The morbid, muted body.
An emotional void, a cold empty shell. Embittered husk, a heart of darkness. Trace weak pulse, vascular eclipse. Numbed and sapped, emotional paralysis.
...Aborted gestation...foetal mutilation.... ...Abortive secretions..embryonic fermentation.... Your crotch spawning afterbirth. A congealing sprog basted in cess.
I bow down your precious icon, deity of self suppression. This effigy of flesh, corporeal Christi, nailed. In submission to this false idol, seeking deliverance.
A rising bleak dawn, a permanent sunset. On the human condition, a boot perpetually treads. Illumination snuffed forwards on time will march. Holding as a mirror condemning to repeat the past.
A rising bleak dawn, a permanent sunset. On the human condition, a boot perpetually treads. Illumination snuffed forwards on time will march. Holding as a mirror condemning to repeat the past.