So, so you think you can tell. Heaven from Hell. Blue skys from pain.. Can you tell a green field. From a cold steel rail?. A smile from a veil?. Do you think you can tell?.
So, so you think you can tell. Heaven from Hell. Blue skys from pain.. Can you tell a green field. From a cold steel rail?. A smile from a veil?. Do you think you can tell?.
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You wrote your autograph on the far side of the sky. You recorded the falling rain but you never told us why. You painted with fire only the ashes now remain.
I see your sister in her Sunday dress. She's out to please, she pouts her best. She's out to take, no need to try. She's ready to make. . It's so easy, easy.
I see your sister in her Sunday dress. She's out to please. She pouts her best. She's out to take. No need to try. She's ready to make. . It's so easy, easy.
Into a vein exhibit the derelict. A secular mosaic distracted at birth. A cubist abstraction let it live forever. Narcissism so lonely so live by the sea.
To feel forgiveness, you gotta forgive. Do you see the stars or the darkness begin?. You fight your war, I fight for my life. You pay your dues, and I'll pay mine.
Who sees the interiors like young Willem once did. Your beautiful triangle of distortion. Now you seem to forget it so much. Who sees the interiors like young Willem once did.
Who sees the interiors like young Willem once did. Your beautiful triangle of distortion. Now you seem to forget it so much. Who sees the interiors like young Willem once did.
If God persists, persists in saying yes. I guess we'll have, we'll have to test ourselves. Maybe the Summer will come and clear our minds. And find the impulse set at the sunshine.
Imperial bodybags, coming home in dribs and drabs. Life is numbers, with doggy tags. Filled with holes and coming back. So come on up the sky?. Can't make out this line very well.
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The future teaches you to be alone. The present to be afraid and cold. So if I can shoot rabbits. Then I can shoot fascists. . Bullets for your brain today.
The future teaches you to be alone. The present to be afraid and cold. So if I can shoot rabbits. Then I can shoot fascists. . Bullets for your brain today.
The future teaches you to be alone. The present to be afraid and cold. So if I can shoot rabbits. Then I can shoot fascists. . Bullets for your brain today.
Petrified for the millionth time. Slowly my soul evaporates. No parachutes no dismal clouds. Just this fucking space. . I know what's coming. I'm not working.
I am just a patsy. The Oswald in Lee Harvey. Made of my own misery. The footprints of history. . I am just a patsy. I sell vague conspiracy. I'm slow and I'm easy.
I think I've found it. And I think I love it. Buried in the dirt, hiding from the light. . So I walked to the sea. Threw a pebble in for you and me. A day of wine and roses.
I live to fall asleep. It's when I stop the hate. I never want to dream. It infiltrates beauty. . I live to fall asleep. Regenerate and sin. Skin so tense gives in.