I live in the past. I can't move on beyond the pain. I feel no release. I want to find my peace of mind. My fear (come on) - it's holding me stillborn.
...(you're so pale).. the lines of your eyes are weathered.. your broken arms can hold me no longer.. (you're so pale) now I'm falling down faster.. can't see the ground yet, buy I know it's cold and wet..
This seeking is. concealing. What is hidden in the back. Outstanding your. pretending. And this is what makes me so sick. . "Ihavebeensickbeforeyoucameandknockeduponmydoor".
Sleep my lady. Wake and do not shed a tear for me. You knew someday that I would have to leave you. Lonely highway. Morning sun will find me far away.
Information. Penetration. Alienation. . No resistance. Passive victims. Violation. . Shape a conscience. Shape a country. Create power. . Imposition. Inquisition.
this is where it ends. when you find my secret hideout. the chapel for my memories. did you know. when I was just a child. I thought this was the whole world.
Let me tell you a story.. A tornado is on its way. to blow your fence away.. When the pieces are scattered. and your colours are looking pale. you'll notice the charade..
is there anything to ease the pain. to freeze my flame inside. or is it something I can wield. as the flowers wither, world is spinning,. I grow up on lies.
Es ist so schrecklich dich zu lieben,die andern lachen mich schon aus. es ist so herrlich hier zu liegen,ich geh seit Tagen nicht mehr raus. du streust Sand in meine Augen,ich kann dich langsam nicht mehr sehn.
Im browning, Im wrinkling, you dont see. I shrivel more into colors you ignore. As the earth swallows me. . You crush the fire red, standing on my head.
Sink your identity. Fuse with a heavenly body. Lose your heart. And make a god in her image. . Sink into oblivion. Friends, your love I have forgotten.
Punch me Judy, make me cry. You'll disappear and then I'll die. A love that's lost always returns. To feed the fire of a heart that burns. . There's no sleep for fury eyes.
Nowhere nearer we have traveled. Nearer further from the start. Somewhere distant waiting close at hand. Further nearer to the stop. . It's not all we ever wanted.
Old man sits in an apricot tree. He sees I and I sees he. Old man sweet as the fruit he's picking. Knows the rhythm of nature's ticking. . Gives a smile of tooth and metal.
The bursting balloon cocktails are soon. Young glands, young flesh invade the room. A sardonic mood. Watch the rich fatty eating raw fish with avid curiosity.
kula 'ula 'ula poni. 'alani melemele polu. 'akala 'oma 'oma 'o. . Come to the festival of colours. celebrate the festival of colours. . shake your serpent thrashing hair.
Maybe you think it's the new new wave. Well all it is is just another rave. Maybe it looks like the writing's on the wall. But you've seen it before, it's another death pall.
I want to start again. With out the end of human. It's rammed down our throats. How women fought for votes. I don't want to vote. I know they struggled, but I don't want to vote anymore.