Strolling down the strip, we were straight strip tripping. Tipping all the dealers we were straight gin sipping. Go gamble, fuck hos, everybody knows everybody smokes dope.
The ghosts of past failures. . Facing the reality. Of our own imperfections. . The waves crash without warning. Overwhelmed and short of breath. Never able to escape.
You picked the best time, to test my nerve,. We'll pull photos, from our favourite nights,. You hold this, "Is he close enough?". Get used to, emptiness.
how much water has gone. since those days. when first elf stepped on the earth. and until now we wandering here. among the world of woven trees!. . O stars that.
Gate to illusion. . Flashes scan my thoughts. images of life,. but it's not easy to walk my way,. chances of future,. maybe too far,. but now I am sure that I would.
Close your eyes, and pray to the lobotomized. A tiny enigmatic hole, unraveling a pristine life. Open your head, and take without uncertainty. Just reach in and tear away, your cerebral virginity.
Mal wieder hab ich verloren bin auf den Boden geknallt. So bitter ist der Geschmack von schmutzigem Asphalt. Wohin mit meinem Hass wohin mit meiner Wut.
Way down in Louisiana close to New Orleans,. I was raised among the evergreens.. In a titty-bar made of earth and wood,. It was my grandma's, it was good..
We'll ban that book and T.V. show,. Forget that movie, no you can't go.. Can't sell that record, don't like that song.. We know what's right we know what's wrong..
And then we found it all. Caged inside a dream. All seeing eye sees afloat. Soon it will see no more. . For we will not conform. We're ghosts in the machine.
A law of nature undefined. Subtle force we find at play. A door to thoughts revealed now. Open the gate, step outside the frame. . Then you will find that your shallow role.
Insane, spoken from a madman's mouth. Again the sound of hatred rings. Impure, the blind leads the naked, through a fucking parted world. He'll make life out of darkness.
Johnny, get your gun. I'm not afraid to die.. Johnny, get your gun. For a suicide pact tonight.. Burning out with the Hollywood hopefuls.. Ultra violence. Wrapped in cellophane..
Son of Man, set thy face against him, O Gog, O Gog.. I will put hooks into your jaws and bring you forth.. I will bring you forth and all your amies to be devoured..
Different reasons, same perversions,. but all with the same fire. burning between their legs.. . God bless the whores by all their cares. God bless the whores by the nights of sodomy..
Struck down in a flash of pain. Killed swiftly in its own domain. Struggling for what is left. Brutal shock, dismemberment. Ineffective attempts to flee.
Give it up just let it flow. Killer's runnin' TV show. Razor blade in action - everthing is "live". Scandal makes a paper "hot". You may like it, you may not.
Another faceless man in grey, set house on fire. And he stayed 'til every single flat was burning. This guy just launched his own attack. Shot older woman in the back.
The silent gods of darkness. Let owls rain down on me. Red roses from tomorrow. Renew my last dawn's key. . Like the drifter needs the road. And the poet needs the pain.
centuries of war and lies,. crusade and inquisition. an old man's face with eyes. in flames of superstition. . somewhere in a darkened room. beyond the gate of fire.