I'm the lord of disillusion drugged-up for the rave. Join the unholy party with no masters and no slaves. Wear your leather mask and then brand my altar boys.
On the point of death the patriarch said:. "Don't bury me in a common grave,. But in an unusual, comfortable family vault".. . You must build my tomb according to my wishes.
Our skies are forever black. Here is no signs of life at all. For burning spirits we are. Consuming your small universe. Slowly but surely. No one believes in us.
Omnis humana cogitatio in fundamentis putrefactionis conditur,. quam ecclesia Domini nostri ei praeposuit.. . Lungs filled with embers and regurgitating boiling blood I say Praise the.
Scream in pain as you gasp for breath. Now it's time to face your final death. Melted faces blood is on the ground. Earth and darkness utters not a sound.
Turning knot, rotting in my gut. Got me feeling so corrupt. . Like a second hand politician. I'm a study in malnutrition. Every star I see I'm wishing.
I'm not sure what's going on. Can't seem to cope I've gone beyond. Sense to me is obsolete. Can find a strength in a brief retreat. . Sights and sounds they start to blur.
It's a scheme. Theres a fiend. Why is my head spinning round in my dreams?. It's a time and a place. Why are all these lights popping up in my face?. .
Deep in your mind there is another side. A morbid truth one cannot hide. Unimaginable gore was your past time high. To hear people scream, to watch them die.
I told you once but I will say it again. When you live the flesh it's the beginning of the end. . It will take you in, it will spit you out. Behold the flesh and the power it holds.
Where is the person that could have been. Who, what took over, when did the end begin. Should we not prepare for the uncertain. Mysteries of our life, of our destiny.
Where is the person that could have been. Who, what took over, when did the end begin. Should we not prepare for the uncertain. Mysteries of our life, of our destiny.
I ain't gonna be no sellout. I ain't gonna be one of them. I'm gonna be independent. And play my music the best that I can. . I ain't gonna pay them corporations no mind.
By dean friedman. . Pick up the sunday news I need my funny papers. Little orphan annie and me have a rendezvous at 3:00. With mary worth and dick tracy..
By dean friedman. . Hurry home from high school. set the dinner table.. Straighten out the living room. child you're in full bloom.. Draw yourself a warm bath. douse yourself with perfume..
Fiume Sand Creek (Fabrizio De Andre'). Si sono presi i nostri cuori sotto una coperta scura. sotto una luna morta piccola dormivamo senza paura. fu un generale di vent'anni, occhi turchini e giacca uguale.
DEANDRE's VERSE. I'm tired of makin plans on my own,. I'm tired of makin the jokes on me baby,. No matter what I'm doing girl it's wrong,. Tell me why your love is so hard to please yeah,.
I've got wanderlust so deep inside. I like to travel, make big strides. Go round. alThough it might be shaky ground. And what I like from head to toe.
We're just whistling past the graveyard. Laughing in backseats and restaurants. Don't know ourselves well but so what. We know each other. Floating down from all my mixed up meditations.