In this two bedroom tomb. I'm sitting all alone. With the television static. And refrigerator drone. . I'm waiting for those blessed arms. That seem to wrap around me.
Fingerprints on my eyes like ten tiny maps to heaven. Or ten rogue angels torching the house of God. I fell something pressing against my kidneys. Maybe a pair of wings, maybe the ghost of a bullet.
Attributed to the essence of life.. Assimilated to believe in one god.. Silenced in what we don't wanna hear.. Flesh and soul, are only mine.. GO!. God's worthless promises..
if you promise me. you won't leave first. if you promise me. you won't leave. clear the books of the pictures. summers between six and nineteen. you were younger.
The dead who crave not life, I know not why they lie there. floating. They lie devoid of thought, bereft of life and drown in sorrow.. . Sometimes they scream as life is deprived of them. Life is no.
Flying through space and time. To see what's real and what's fantasy. In silence I'll always remember. To search the open door. And by this conclusion I call you.
when time meets the end. names and deeds are forgotten. when time has buried all your memories. a soul looses its value. when living becomes surviving.
I once dreamed of a world. Without consequences, without reminders. Of this brutal gutter I am collapsed in. Once I dreamed, but then I woke up.
A wounded world. An absent creator. Empty prayers. Fly through the air. Like burning paper. . There's a monster. In the garden. You call him God.. There's a monster.
And she's a killer. And she's a keeper. . Am I blurry in your vision?. Was I just a poor decision?. Cut me open with precision. And we'll finger the incision.
the enemy of the world. our greatest defeat. slave warfare. our wings are almost dry and free. absorbing violence [pain]. punishing pain. poetry is the perfume of the soul [no fear, no god, alternate.
---------------------. By Ossian. Album title: Kitores. Felizzott a reggel. A biborszinu fenyek. Az elpusztitott Foldon. Gyilkos tuzek egtek. Borokben es femben.
Tu me dijiste que esta vez. Me amarias y despues. Me hechizaste con tus besos. Yo te crei sin preguntar. Me volvi a enamorar. Esperando tu regreso. Robaste mi corazon.
Hey, it looks wonderful today. it 's the perfect day to play "lonely".. Why all the darkness?. - Wait for the morning comes.... Why all the pain?. - Wait here to meet me....
fascinate.. to be shade cast by. the forms of mortal men.. the light cuts around my body,. revealing evidence of times. before my presence.. it fascinates..
Winds, blow away the memories. Waves, drown the sadness. Night, hide your precious secrets well. . Enter the garden of temptation. Try to provoke your fate.
This is the realm of projection. Out of the depths of your mind. It's all a vast overconscience. Linked to the top of your spine. . Man's a fragment of oneness.