My feelings are burning with fear. I know someones in here, I just cant see. . I silently follow the sound. Little footsteps are moving in the hall. With the candle still in my hand.
Curtains of back were inside the room. Shutting out the light, the light that always hurt his eyes. There was nothing bright in this entire mansion... no, no.
FOREWORD: You cannot make Puppets out of dead people's bodies, and then bring them to life for real. Even if you could, DON'T TRY!!! The following story is mostly written from the nightmares of a sick child. A sick child, who still can't find the Light. Me.].
Yesterday as I finished the last of the seven graves. I went to call McKenzie. I woke him up in the middle of the night. You should have heard me, surprise.
Un, deux, trois, cha cha cha. . Piripipon, que rico son, Piripipon, oh yeah. . Oye nina bella ponte a gozar. Oye nina bella baila el cha cha cha. Listen to me babe, listen to my song.
Mansion in Sorrow, mansion in the dark. Maybe tomorrow the Devil's mark. . The gates were locked from the inside. And Abigail was sure to die. Then Little One went straight through her body.
In the darkness...after the show. Outside the Theater, the air is damp and cold. All the people.. heading for home. They don't believe, that what they saw was MAGIC.
(They) Govern the world. Want to be high. When someone sees (them). (they) Give only applause. All yell Look at them. But only the legs are really real.
When you're down. Nothing shows. Just somehow. She already knows. Magic bounds. Holding tight. Gentle sounds. Taking your side. . Mother - she would know.
They taught me how to give in to suit them right. While trying to control me, from deep inside. . It's no surprise they don't like my type of style. Their fear of law and order, keeps them uptight.
The stars are closing in tonight. I feel so strange deep down inside. I have never felt like this before. . Think I'm drifting in and out. Reality is lost and found.
Mean dirty Joe. Where did you go. Stole your best friends. Love away. . Left without a sound. Look at you are face. Cold hard disgrace. Guilty of a broken trust.
The alarm clock rings once again. A new day begins. No desire now to get up. The anger comes surly. Hectic stress and aggressions. Comes on me to. (I) Ask myself for everything.
You caught me with your eyes. I can feel what's on your mind. Just like a gentle breeze. Touching only when you please. [Chorus:]. Shut down. She's a mad queen.
Der wecker klingelt wieder mal. Ein neuer tag beginnt. Kein lust jetzt aufzustehn. Der rger kommt bestimmt. Hektic stress und aggressionen. Kommen auf mich zu.
I've done with being brave. And oh how we slaved to pave our way. And only to be dropped upon this quay. And only to be press-ganged overseas. Is this the end of the begining or the begining of the end.
This land is your land. This land is my land. We're gonna live as brothers. And this can be our homeland. . I know that I have right to die. In the land that I was born in.
The middle man what a miracle. Of common calculations,. Compressed and erratic. Hung out to fade like ribbons. Through wall-to-wall maybes. . So I gave it my soul,.