A desert moon is risin'. Down that road's a distant place. A home where I have run from. A town where I can't show my face. . I put myself before you.
I can't find what I want or make sense of this life. Too much hypocrisy in what is wrong and right. I see it everywhere but still I can't relate. I got to much to do, can't sit around and wait.
If I washed my clothes and I combed my hair. would you look at me the same?. All this time I believed I had lost control,. but this doesn't have a name..
Now in the silence. I find myself alone. It's just what I wanted. To be on my own. . Floating on the water. Staring in tonight. Soaking up the magic. Specks of tiny light.
::VERSE 1::. . Came from tha boogie down,. Straight to Agg-town. Hat drop it low,. Thats how I choose to roll now,. Had to leave the mall,. 9 o clock tha Parks close down,.
När du är helt ensam och helt själv. Som Kaspar Hauser i sin cell. Du har ärvt universum. Du är den enda. Kvar. . Säg aldrig förbi. Nej säg att du är fri till slut.
Du säger att kärleken aldrig var till för dig. Att du aldrig känt vinden högt över trädtoppen. Du säger att den delar sig vid kinden. Och blir hel igen bakom dig.
Maria säger. "Jag ska gå ut och dansa varje kväll.. Jag ska gå ut i gatljuset,. dj, gör så att han och jag kan flyga hela tiden.". . Maria säger. "Om stockholm brinner åker vi dit.
Du säger att du är stark. Att du har vart igenom det här förut. Du kommer fortsätta. Det finns inte mycket mer att säga nu. . Vi två hör hemma. I ett rum med inga andra.
Everywhere I go. A thousand faces stare at me. Eating from the palm. A date from hand to mouth. Break a leg!. The shoes are on the bottom. On your way.
Time can't afford no time. Can't afford the rhyme. Never mind, someday maybe. Boy meets girl. And love, love is on it's way. . Boy meets girl. Boy meets girl.
Well theres a great amount of strain. About getting on that train. Every day and every night. . The only thing that makes it good. Is seeing my favourite sight.
I met a boy called Frank Mills. On September twelfth right here. In front of the Waverly but unfortunately. I lost his address. . He was last seen with his friend.
Multiple offenses. Zenith of tyranny. Global confusion. Sublime strategy. . Formidable fighters. Superiority. Swift rapid movement. Pace of victory. Isolating coastlines.
Carbonized bodies. Melting human slag. Picked up by coroners. With vomitive disgust. Vestiges of the slaughter. Dismembered trunks. Collective coffins.
Desecrating - digging up th grave. I search in the coffins for my loathsome preys. Recollections of a macabre work. Fragments of the corpses in my private morgue.
Bloodstained hands. Bloodstained walls. Dissecting is funnyyyyyyyy!!!. I can't stop my addiction to rot. Narcotic effluviumssss!!!. Injecting... Injecting - bursting my veins.
Deplorable carnage on embryonic rests. A livid stillborn dismembered in scorn. Sprawled placenta splattered womb. Amniotic liquid spurts from her cunt.
Coagulated gore of cadaveric festers. Stagnated for days in your putrid intestines. Fermenting juices of hepatic secretion. Soured bile foam hastens ulceration.
For many years I worked in the morgue. Human body has no secrets. I'm the explorer of the rotting flesh. And perversions without limits. Far beyond!!!.