Skyline draped in shimmering red. Irradiant and treacherous. Neon prophecies hail the end, the capital of piety. . Totalitarianopolis, city of dread. The glorious streets of dystopia continuously running red.
About a gunshot away there's a place that I long to be. tippin' bottles with me old cock.. When the shit's all said and sorted, I plan to settle down and stay.
Yawn awake. Familiar surroundings. All hotel rooms are pretty much the same,. Though the room number might change. . Catch a glimpse of everything within the lighter's flame.
Grito al ver nuestras raíces puras desangrar. Castigadas por el odio, sin quitar su afán. . Piso un suelo de un terreno hostil, puedo ver. Que el poder va de la mano fiel a toda falsedad.
Perversion. The chambers exercised. I shall give you mourning. Climate escalated. 360 degrees of madness. Words swell steep. Evil of the dignities. Eat the bread.
CHAPTER ONE. . agonizing. Global blinding has come in full. Suffocate the remaining percent. Subtract. All is expendable. A thousand points of heat. Bacteria son of disease.
Mindscan I: Arrival (Instrumental). Mindscan II: Entrance: (Instrumental). Mindscan III: Realization: (Instrumental). Mindscan IV: Welcome:. . Hello, welcome, don't be afraid, you've been here before.
Poem by Raymond, Music by Theatre of Tragedy. Harken! - teh clouds musterd in dark -. So painfully easing.. Hush! - hearest ye the yew doting;. Its years of yore in a mre,.
I synthesise and press a lighted key. Redo from start, I need more rhythm. Turn it on, compose a melody. A catchy beat, I put it on repeat. 1 and 4 was for the Commodore.
I run as fast as I can to get a ride. To ride on this wave is all I dream of. . I run as fast as I can to get a ride. To ride on this wave is all I dream of.
Poem by Raymond, Music by Theatre of Tragedy. Harken! - teh clouds musterd in dark -. So painfully easing.. Hush! - hearest ye the yew doting;. Its years of yore in a mre,.
Look up here, look down there. I am the new man. I'm tangled in wires, chip set adept. Memory load. . Keep your vogue, code that all have. Tomorrow's world we've all seen.
And now the end is near. And so I face the final curtain. My friends I'll say it clear. I did it my way. . High school charged up child's play bullshit.
Look at your surroundings, listen close, enjoy the view cause. You could say you heard me rap before I got too big for music. They were like holy, he's the one and the only.