He was water when the river. took a screaming mother's life. in the night he was the reason. why the ripper used his knife. he was anger, hate and misery.
When I dance over dying Life. and Black Pearls Flow from my. empty eyes sockets, is it the Termination ?. My name is DEATH . . .. . When I play on the Flute made from.
In bottomless emptiness of my Solitude. sound the string of Life - and I'll born again. such as Phoenix from the ashes . . .. . With my foot crushes grey Eternal Dust.
[Calling]. . Silver gathers of the Graves,. Silver flowers of the Graves,. Silver voices of the Graves,. Silver eyes of the Graves.... . They calling me every night.
Headlines, staring in your face, trying to catch your eye. Question, words upon the page only criticize. . Speculation dramatized. . Media Machine. It's an evil in disguise.
There I was in the Garden of Eden, the serpent, more crafty. than any of the wild animals that the Lord God had made.. There she was Eve, in paradise, and willing to give me a.
Entrapped by cold nowhere to go they wait below. Crypt of darkness silent abyss eternal unrest. Entombed in this place the light of day can't penetrate.
I need sometime. To understand. 'Cause I'm still fighting. Along this cold land. Just look inside. Then start to think. Just leave me alone. See my sacrifice.
i see god in my dreams and i can't stop running. don't care what i've become but fear what i am becoming. set me straight, i'm no angel. falling apart-.
No necesitamos que nos cuenten. Nos contamos por que somos mas. Y si queremos superamos. Somos resortes soportes del alma de fe. . Tenemos mas bolas que Salma y Lin May.
Wake up, you're dreaming again.. Please wake up, I long for us again.. I can't take the ache in my chest.. Please regain consciousness.. Stop pushing me back, these nails are hurting my wrists..
i pictured a place that is and always will be heaven. to the eyes ears nose and mouth. but most of all my dying heart can soothe and regain its love and affection for all.
I search my beliefs wherever I may go. I take your disease underneath my toes. I wear this pain of mine but nothing seems to change. For you I'm just a lie, a blinded eye, simple clay.
I remember years ago a place I loved to go. Palm trees, sunshine beaches and never any snow. Then bastards came in numbers to infiltrate the place. Crime and murder rates have soared in Florida's disgrace.
You wanna be cool, you wanna be tough. You wanna be respected, be a man. So you shaved off your face, cut off your hair. Then they gave you a gun and a badge.
I wake in fear, what I thought was a dream. I thought it could't be true That's not my bed, these are not my clothes. And this ain't my room. My arms are shackled and my legs are asleep.
Cold and silent prophecy. Brought about by fears. Foretold to all the masses. Forgotten through the years. The end to all predictions. Yes time is growing near.
Delusions of grandeur, rebels cast aside. Volcanic reverberations, power won't subside. Substantial influxations, from sources not unknown. Screams for blood and violence, your circuits overblown.