Please say something,. Anything.. Please say anything at all.. The silence is hurting me more than,. Anything you've said,. Before.. . I wish you'd see yourself..
Enter the imagination, explore the dreamlike plains. And know the things will never be the same again. Confide- begin the initiation, an offer to dream and drift away.
Slain dynamics of incarnation. Caged in anatomy. Condensed mass of energy. Constant unfolding. Passing through centuries. . Confinement in the universe.
Another day passes by and still no change inside. I question what my life is for im scared of the answer. I lock myself away from you. no one will ever know.
Decomposition symbiosis. Attraction of a twisted mind. The pleasures of the flesh. Orgy of the Eye. I hear the scream, the wheezing melody. Of their final breath.
She's precious and perfect. While easily broken. Dear sister, You missed her. She's already spoken.. She whispers and Blisters. She Talks and conspires.
She's precious and perfect. While easily broken. Dear sister, You missed her. She's already spoken.. She whispers and Blisters. She Talks and conspires.
Oh gove me. Fufty-sex buts of fash and chips. I hiven't said that since. Nineteen fufty-sux. . That's a bit rich. If you kuss me on the lops. I'll hut you with my fust.
Leo Sayer & Tom Snow. when there's no more looking back. and you feel you've loved in vain. you try and hide your sorrow. now you're alone again. so you block out your emotion.
Are you vulnerable right now? Can I own you somehow?. Living out your sweetest dream. Making every nympho scream.. do I make you feel degraded? Like a worthless piece of meat..
Dead presidents. Bleeding America blue.. Side by side. One by one.. Your right hand man is sharpening his knives.. Dead presidents. Shocking you with stun guns on the seven o' clock news.
Maisema, joka pihalta aukeaa. On päivästä toiseen muuttumaton. Menee vuosia ennen maan aavikoitumista. Mutta lopulta taivas ja helvetti kättelee. . Uima-altaassa kelluu lehtiä.
Been up all night. Tryin' so hard to kill the time. It seems the clock is running slow. I can't deny. The thought already crossed my mind. to write my final goodbye note.
And they don't see. That my smile is thin. And it's peeling off. Inch by inch. When it goes. My whole disguise. Will slither off. Before your eyes. And I'll stand nude.
There's something in the way you people smell. Like you've got no soul at all. Fingers crawling with ringworm. Your sneer's a mating call. . To lure in others of your breed.
Your former men would lie and steal to keep things on and even kill. Like My name is max i've only been in bed with one or two women. But not with you.
Stumble on to the pavement; theyre strapped tight to bed. Theyve got a fetish for sheep, straitjacket sheets. But Ive got Randy Newman in my head. This is no corn-fed day, its gloomy, blue, and cold.
In love with yourself. you first met on the rainy steps. where your conscience left. and in the acid rain. shot through your veins. the taste of your lips.
Look where we are. Traveled all around our hearts. To get back to the start. The road's not easy. But it kept on leading you and me. Till we could see.