What are these penetrating colors. Of this soundscaping noisefloor?. Is this the old empty future. or the black eletric nature?. . Colors circulate inside of O.
He said it only takes a year. One thousand storys. (depression comes - depression goes he said). Why don't you open up your eyes. My head is burning. (emotion comes - emotion goes he said).
Movie Star oh Movie Star. You think you are a Movie.... Movie Star oh Movie Star. You think you are a Movie.... Star.... You feel like Steve McQueen. When you're driving in your car.
The party's going on. You cry when they gone. Cause invitations are lying. When music is dying (quietly). You're counting the years. You're counting rhe days.
Cutest girl behind my door. Everybody's hiding in love from war. The beauty broke down their chains somehow. Who's gonna living on my body now?. . A growing pain within my pop divine.
Ay, in my apartment a long time ago. I knew a bad bitch, but she was kind of slow. Still gave it up when it's a few of us. She let me finger fuck her on the school bus.
Somewhere in a town in England. lay a babe with a curious smile.. He was of your father's children.. Born each side of a dry-stone mile.. He grew up through the schools and factories,.
Tusen svarta sjular vilar I vredens borg. Tusen fodomda broder begravda I ondska och sorg. Till sist skall ondska segra och krosso allt som ur gott. Lyss till vishetens list och frukta de starkas hat.
Why so afraid to fall?. That was then and this is now.. Horizons look different in a modern age.. Are we all lost? Are we all lost again?. . Fall asleep alone..
A red priest broke into our classroom. Caught us children by attention. "Listen closely to the words I speak. Lord knows if we'll ever, ever again meet".
A red priest broke into our classroom. Caught us children by attention. Listen closely to the words I speak. Lord knows if we'll ever, ever again meet.
Records playback over faded. trust unworthy silent pieces of reminiscence. I was far from when you told me - stop. this second this is not mine to do again.
I see it fall, I watch it fall, I let it die. No anguish just the happiness shows, on the brow. Look from these hidden angles. an unknown language prowls.
In the tent of powder and lace. Vultures pick at a carcass that feeds by hand. Longing to decay. Waits to hear the sound. Of their wings slowly heave as they fly away.
Oh remember the proud Hellenic civilisation. The cradle of Europe where it all began. Or the Portuguese and Spanish Armada. Overwhelming Thy power, a tribute to the south.
As a hero into battle. At the side of Joan of Arc. Glorious Marshalls of France. Gilles de Rais. You were the one to insult. an important priest. Never afraid to face the enemy.
Mithras, God of the morning, our trumpets waken the wall!. 'Rome is above nations, but thou art over all'. . Mithras, God of the morning, our trumpets waken the wall!.