You say your time is over. You seek but never find. And the cold wind on your shoulder. A storm inside your mind. . You say you're tired of waiting. You're weak and so ashamed.
Again, what grim vision this?. Bloodstained tomb, beer-cans, and piss.... This is no life.... For a god. Is this my fate?. Trapped for all time?. Is it too late?.
Yes, you are. Yes, you are. . Your flesh is insignificant. Still you drag yourself here on bloody stumps. I recreate you, amputate you. You defile my womb.
All gods die. All gods speak. All gods lie. all gods forever wallow in slime. all gods before me, swallowed by time. . I am trapped in eternal time. I am the lost god.
As master of this mudball, I feed the fire high. With corpses of my victims, the beacon leaps alight!. A vision of the cosmos of a planet wracked in pain.
Lonely and crippled she lives all alone. Stares out the window, no one on the telephone. Her only friend ' a little Kitty Kat. She feeds it a lot. Kitty pretty fat.
It's falling, It's falling, It's falling on the ground, yeah. It's falling on the ground, yeah. Let's blame the lightman. for our own mistakes. We'll blame the whole damn crew.
Don't give them a sword and then not let them use it. Or sent them to war, and then make them lose it. This is a bomb, don't want to defuse it. Death is the answer, go forth and choose it.
This is a liars' box. Where anyone can speak. Take orders and go. March swiftly. Combustible. With pointed hands. . And it sees you. Outside of its hawks eye.
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I can feel your love beat. I can feel your love beat. Beating like a hammer in my brain. Beating like a heartbeat in my brain. Can't you feel my heartbeat?.
Straight to the lord of overstock. Who spoke for the millionth turn. "Don't be late for the superdeal, we'll save you a lot. And take every cent you earn".
I dig the way you skim. Light and fried, like crème brulèe. Svelt melta, pussyheart. Sweet and unwrinkled. 'Neath a thousand pounds of clothes. Expensive ones.
Took a journey backwards to a revelation I cannot describe. And I must admit it was worthwhile. And it made you smile - it's that extra mile. When we drove home you slept all the way.
Look to the right of you. Look to the left of you. Put your head in the middle. And look to the right of you. Put your nose in the middle. And look to the left of you.
It's crippling, never really knowing. We're huddling, where it's always nice. . And plus there is a flame. A flame that should be hot. In spite of being small, and being still.
(R. Pollard). . He's a long distance man. and he keeps on going because its not worth blowing. and he does what he can because it not worth losing and.
Looking back on situations I've been through. ??? certainly no fun. Round the outside it's a long way to run. . Each man who knows you. Has a lot to show you.
How, you ask, will I know you. Especially when I can't see you in my sleep. And I'm afraid to be with you. Only when you are gone, this shall I weep:.
I've got to get me in a trueman's spirit. On a lonely street. And if you could then I knew you would. In a lonely street. Be there when I need you. Lonely men in lonely times.