Don't need a miracle no matter what they say. Don't need the sunshine to make us feel okay. We got this on our own. Believe when no one cared. Have to shake off and let it go.
A la familia cubana, la de aqu, la de all, la de todas partes.. . Detrs de todos estos aos. detrs del miedo y el dolor,. vivimos aorando algo,. algo que nunca ms volvi..
Truth's are all lies. The commons I Despise. They really didn't do it for me. A greased palm over here. get's you something over there. Doesn't honesty count for anything?.
I've been falling asleep and waking up. Wasting my time, I don't know why. Could this lazy boy quit fucking around. Wasting his time, he doesn't know why.
Farewell. Farewell. Farewell. Farewell. . Farewell. To all these rotten teeth. Farewell. Leave the skin and bones. To dry. To dry. Leave the skin and bones to dry.
You say you're here to keep the peace. But look at how you're protecting. By instilling fear and intimidation. By using violence and condemnation. . How are we free, pigs rule the streets?.
I despise this world, I can't take this life. I wish I was never born. I'm already in fucking hell. With nothing worth living for. . There is, there is, no hope.
Michael Card. II Timothy 1:6. Chorus. Fan the flame, lift it higher. Let the world feel the fire. Fan the flame, face the night. Don't be afraid your a child of the Light.
Michael Card. There's a force in the dark that's waiting for you. And it's telling your heart what it wants to do. But the light is there and it wants to shine through.
She's assigned a witch to spell my heart. And now I'm drawn to her. And my feigning resistance is waning. Light as gossamer. And I mind. . In this dark, flint a spark.
Over Prudence Hall we fall unassuming, quiet all. Peaceful town square we float in on streams of air. (If you take note don't stop and stare). . White steeple church we perch upon.
I'm done with your feedback. I'm done with how you live your life. I'm done with my sorrow. And wishing I didn't have this knife. You put in my heart when you left me all attacked.
She said, "Catch me if you can. You better plan, gentlemen". So the story goes. . Robin Hood stole the magic seeds from a Sherwood Dignitary. Set 'em afloat on a Merchant's Boat, set sail for Johnny Appleseed.
Limb from limb.... Curled glands.... Hacked giblets.... Stumps for hands.... . Limb from bloody limb. . Ruptured spleen.... Rancid loin.... Shattered ribs....
Salutiferous exaltation, through fusty spatterings I sift,. Cauterizing proud flesh, pyogenic cortex I just yearn to rip,. With impalpable, cathartic tools, dilapidated lusts I gratify,.
Plugged into the socket. Leads attached to twisting skin. Ignite the squirming foetus. To dissolve it from within. . The uterus aspirated...foeticide.
(Music: Steer). (Lyrics: Walker). Firmhand, iron fist, an ardent dexterous weeding process. Overlord with a strong grip, viral containment, a harvesting grid.
Tear out your intestines. Cut your liver into two. Throttle your heart. Till it's swollen and blue. . Puncture your flesh. Skewer your eyes. Leave you to fester.
Your pulverized torso languishes in it's pool of pus. Minced, cancerous viscera, gore seeps from the guts. My fetid fetish is to excavate the moulding rot.
Bodies dismembered, corpses desecrated. Carcasses liquidized and minced with hatred. Brains are splattered, strewn limbs and heads. Blood has been spurted as the arteries were shredded.