MANGIALUOMO (Cristina Don). . E' finito l'inverno. ma ancora il freddo sale. non ho pi terra. la mia terra rimane a guardare. . l'orizzonte strano. se non hai meta.
Are you ready?. . These powers bleed your tears. You talk they scold your name. I'm staring down your fears. There's pleasure in this pain. . Don't think you are alone.
has the light become part of the machinery?. has the hand become part of the disease?. has the body become the unwilling vessel?. hahahaha how simple to peel away the skin and cut away the flesh..
...I NEED and it's never-ending.. (who am I? wasted. who am I this time?. I REGRET every moment and I mourn. every piece of memory that I've lived this way.
The weight's been slipping away for days.. Sleeping on the floor and trying hard not to breathe,. it seems this just might be unravelling me.. I woke up just in time.
Maybe baby, I'll have you. Maybe baby, you'll be true. Maybe baby, I'll have you for me (all for me). . It's funny honey, you don't care. You never listen, to my prayer.
Someone staring,. I aim for the sniper behind the wall. Mean no harm,. but i'm trained to unarm what ma strike us all. . Doesn't matter anymore,. 'cos all that was left has escaped through my open door..
do you see the shape of silver limbs. can you face the. twisted wings. the loved ones, the fire. eternal desire. go deep and search for my soul. this body's carved out of stone.
Playpen of the young with so much money to spare. Have you got some time to lend to me?. I'm pleading ignorance so show me on, take me in. Before I got lost in my private sea.
Normalerweise find ich Schlager doof,und Liebesfilme mag ich auch nicht so. Acrylpullover haben keinen Stil,von Fototapeten krieg ich echt zuviel. doch seitdem wir uns kennen,ist nichts wie es war.
My blood came today. I am so heavy. Turnin' upside down. Don't make me young with wonder. . And I don't believe. There's a man in the moon. All I see is the fullness of you.
What can we scrape together with just the flesh as evidence. Handfuls of hate and the bittersweet ambivalence. 'Cause I am pushing cobwebs and I'm folding into myself.
Mother? Mother? Mother?. Chorus: She's the anti-mother, mother is that you?. She's the anti-mother, mother, mother is that you?. It's Myra Hindley on the cover.
Chorus: Mummy and daddy owned me till I could understand. At the end of my arm was my own fucking hand. In my head I had a brain that they filled up with lies.
We're looking for a better world, but what do we see?. Just hatred, poverty, aggression, misery. So much money spent on war. When three quarters of the world is so helplessly poor.
When we met, it was in the hot green jungle. Your perfect flesh impervious to anything fungal. You would sweat coconut milk and I'd lie awake. Restless with the heat during the night.
I sit and concentrate and try hard. Not to hate my enemies. I try to picture them dressed up. As furry little bunnies. But when I look into their glass eyes.
Once there was this kid who. Got into an accident and couldn't come to school. But when he finally came back. His hair had turned from black into bright white.
Once there was this kid who. Got into an accident and couldn't come to school. But when he finally came back. His hair had turned from black to bright white.
Once there was this kid who. Got into an accident and couldn't come to school. But when he finally came back. His hair had turned from black into bright white.