blast and raw eye blood shot lid color concealed crimson trap thin. lit mess code of darkness stop the ocean counting blood coughing blood. and needle syringe in the islang thirst of drought raise through the.
Miles cable claws. driller killer ripping holes. tattered cloth stained. regaining. the weather acid rains. so sweet sweat streaks. downpour on humidity.
Swan song sings. Death grows in. Withering shafts. The grey days. Clandestine. Wallow in nothing. Back less break. And turn the screws of pain. . Immense burn less time hate kill feed.
harsh stone white eyes behold bruise baths soak crying bones every. days appeal to stop spirit calm on valium hate permeates and fills the air. icy clouds the atmosphere illusions pull hair no reaction how was.
event width two path given pure force downs. turns the screw crawl in back. . in term space a time to intrude. in term peace assuring a future. . silence noise forming sound like silent noise.
Vers 1. . re efter re. Historien gr sin gang. Undertrykkelse, vold og magt synger samme gamle klagesang. For mennesket kigger blindt fremad uden at tage ved lre.
When I was 15 years old, I weighed only 96 lbs. Then my PE teacher told me about anabolic steroids. . My body started to swell, my penis didn't look too well.
Get inside. Get inside. Get inside that groove. When I was a baby. The funk came a knocking. The cribs in my town. All started rocking. In the beginning as it is now.
(Hate, hate, hate, hate). That guy he looked at me. (Hate, hate, hate, hate). That guy is acting funny. . (Hate, hate, hate, hate). That guy ain't black or white.
HORSE YOU RODE IN ON. I got cornbread. In my gunny sack. My cornbread isn't done too well. I got a mind. To drink me a tumbler. Barkeep another one from the well.
Come to my house an we'll pick bones. Their hands outside ready with stones. Come to my yard, I got whiskey an' [Incomprehensible]. We'll sit on the porch as the good men stare.
I'm diggin' you a shallow grave. And to the sun your face, I'll raise. I'm diggin' you a shallow grave. One hundred buzzards buzzin'. . I seen death hangin' from the tallest tree.
There ain't nothin' that isn't in my way. An' like the fool I am for my own gain I pray. You say you found, a way back inside my closet. Ol' bones upon bones an' joints upon sockets.
Why should I go, why should I care. How could I know, it wasn't fair. . What if I forget it all. What if I say. . Hello, I'm the one you've been looking for.
There's a man sitting down by the 405. Hitting some kind of tune on his raving guitar. He seems stranded in a desert of a million dreams. Just like life hasn't been exactly as nice as it seems.
(Look at me with those eyes). (They're a pair I despise). (Look at me with those eyes). . See me, want me, watch me, need me. Bait me, obsess me, chase me.
I know you've been hurt before. Everything you do shows me. That you're insecure. Just listen to your heart whispering my name, mmm. Cause all we really have in this world.
Your house of cards is tumbling all around you. With its feet of clay. And you pretend that it doesn't matter. And that you're not scared. . Oh, here comes that day.
I'm in love with the idea of you. In rush of reality. Hard to face this deception. This human frailty. . You're in love with the idea of me. In rush reality.
[Sinner, Schleifer]. . I have your postcard and some magazine. There's no hope, just a tear. Oh your magic, is desire burning in my heart. . I need someone who is there for me.