Alright. She lives by the sea in a funny little house. She's got an african manager and some indian cows. She seems so distracted by the waves and the sand.
Liquid, she drank like she was in me. Liquid, she's drinking more of everything. . She drained an ocean out of me. Left me washed up in bankruptcy. Like a storm far out to sea, she's gone.
In a room in hong kong, out of a cantonese song. I met miss linda wong, she was looking for me. She led me to her bedroom. Wonderful things she said. Too much for my head, like I'm all at sea.
Ate up the prophets, corrupted the saints. Exhausted resources made us ashamed. . Hollywood won't touch you with a pole. Jesus does not love you, lucifer does not want your soul.
At the place pagal I'm sitting in a chair. Waiting for some service, taking in the air. My life spins past. As I'm thinking of you. The waitress comes up I look her in the face.
What you need is a flattering mirror. A strong elixir with no hangover properties. Nineteen year old lovers who can stay hard all night. A million dollars with no strings attached.
You never see me at the side of the show. You never catch the regret. People drawn like moths. To the edge of the globe. Oh a charlatan never forgets.
She had released all of her faith. She made the worst of the words Iâd spoken. The only time that she felt safe was razed marked. But that brings a certain kind of pain.
I want some hatred on through. This pain to feel you're fading. They say stop be more gentle. It seems I walk this hard trail alone. Come danger take them all.
As the leaves fall yellowing like aged paper. Thoughts turn acrid and curl like cigarette smoke. Rising from a butt ground out on my arm. . Step into this decay and experience dissolution.
This is the lamb. This is the lamb. This is the Lamb of God. So what the fuck. Do you not like the lamb?. The lamb. The Lamb of God. Where were you when I was the lamb?.
Whine, whine, whine. How can you afford to throw me those looks. When you haven't pulled the bloody wool. From over your eyes yet?. . How can you say those things to me.
If there was a single day I could live. A single breath I could take. I'd trade all the others away. . The blood's on the wall. so you'd might as well just admit it.
Crawl out my eyes and I. Feeling the sound and I. Get my feet,get my wrists. Off the ground and I. . Needed to say nothing. No more to give to ya. No more to tell ya.