This doesn't make much sense. Think far out but I'm still locked in. I'm still lost, walk in circles. The floor swallowed me up whole. There's nowhere to go.
Take a look around. Our time's almost running out. Give back what you get. Uproot questions in your head. . The looking glass is clear. What you want is near.
With a swerve, my eyes avert. My mouth somehow forgets to work. So I stare until you shout. Wondering why you can't figure me out. . With a change, recall the names.
to you all leaders of the human race. here we are we spit in your fuckin' face. and now to you all human sheep. you also will be buried deep. . what's so far away is close at hand.
När svart var svart, vitt var vitt, ni fattar ingenting. öppen jacka ville hellre frysa och var snygg. lätt var lätt, tungt var tungt, inga mellanting.
He said that I would never be. A silhouette that he would want. I shifted shape and recreated me. The girl I was, I soon forgot. A love like that won't last long.
The life beneath the tombs. Ignores the light of day. Suspictious minds decide. The fate you have to pay. The judge and jury. Cast aside your mortal shell.
Venus sheds her skin of gold. Sacrifice her life. Washes out the demon sleep. That hides between her eyes. . Walking, watching, wandering out. Of soul she must pursue in death.
Fighting and biting, white thunder and lightning. Chasing the locust on its trail. Movements of Majyk, false moves become tragic. According to winds, how we sail.
You light a match. And watch it start a fire. You take a drug. That makes you fall much higher. You plant a seed. And grow a field of fury. You make a law.
Take my hand and we'll be one. You'll belong to the hellion. It's a chance in a million. Don't be scared on our way down. . Black your tears dry on me.
Gather round and listen to. The tales I have to tell. Of demons, death and misery. In this wonderland called Hell. . The things that children dream of.
Your fashions running out,. your face is running dry.. Into a pile of used makeovers up to the sky.. Your fashions breaking down,. your face is out of vogue..
In the autumn of our love we sighed,. together for the first time we never could of asked for more.. The heart fell between us begging for a ride in the fields under a star..
When The Storm Is Rising You'll Se Him Coming. Through The Night. Dressed In White With Golden Rain In His Hands. You'll Feel His Whisper Touch You Like Kisses From The Wind.
By light of wine I am writing this letter just to let you know. I've finally completed the circle pissed out you name in the snow. I've put all you stuff in that great shoebox you use to keep memories in.
Gather 'round ye sinners and a story I will tell. About a man o'plenty that we all know very well. He doesn't mind a sacrifice to save his pretty face.
Half a pack of cigarettes mostly broke or bent. I think of cancer as I put one to my. cracked lips that long to slake this poison lust. Voices spin and resonate inside.
Can't rise from the bottom. Time flies when you got it. Your time has receded, wasted. Could and should have been, didn't. . I've given up my hand for a brother.