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Fan The Flame
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.
Face 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.
Follow The Lady
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.
Flood
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.
Feedback
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.
...for Your Violin
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.
Frenzied Detruncation
Limb from limb.... Curled glands.... Hacked giblets.... Stumps for hands.... . Limb from bloody limb. . Ruptured spleen.... Rancid loin.... Shattered ribs....
Forensic Clinicism / The Sanguine Article
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,.
Foeticide
Plugged into the socket. Leads attached to twisting skin. Ignite the squirming foetus. To dissolve it from within. . The uterus aspirated...foeticide.
Firmhand
(Music: Steer). (Lyrics: Walker). Firmhand, iron fist, an ardent dexterous weeding process. Overlord with a strong grip, viral containment, a harvesting grid.
Festerday
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.
Fermenting Innards
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.
Feast On Dismembered Carnage
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.
Fix It
What makes them walk away, after all these years?. These years of learning in the hard way. By the lessons from the tears. I know it's not a game. But it feels like losing when someone.
For The Girl
What's best to show? Testline, treasure trove. Fountain, flood me, barmaid, this stings me. I've spent years for the. . What's best to show? Testline, treasure trove.
For The First Time
If I could see the western sky for the first time. If I could hold that horizon in my hand. If I could hold her close again before the wedding. . If I could fall in love for the first time.
Frozen Puck To The Head
He played in the minors, he was a puck stop. One day he drove into this truck stop. When he saw her above the crowd and the din. And his heart made a noise like a truck you forgot to plug in.
Frozen Over
The lady say. I just can't wait. To see your face again. The lady say. Open the gate. The man came up to my door, I said. The lady say. I just can't wait.
Frank Morris
Seven months in the making, making only organized crime. We'll be masterminds if our dreams will reach the shore. Another turning point in time tonight when the lights go out.
Fisherman's Dream
What happened to the fisherman's dream?. When they rowed their last boat down. What happened to the dream of the fisherman?. When they cast their last net round.
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