The path is paved. With past mistakes. A faceless dance. On the dead in the wake. My heart beats like. A lonely voice. My head is full of noise. . If I had any sense.
Fallen beneath Your sky. With nowhere else to run. I've raced across my life. Learning to die. . Trembling beneath You now. I turn towards the sun. I've come this far somehow.
Inside it harbors. Desire bruises my skin. So near Im hungry. Id like to have more. . In control, Ive lost it. Id like to try it again. It warms inside me.
In and out of prison. Sitting in a pit of a cell. Lick the blood of the wall. Razor blade love letter hell. . So, you left me there. Didnt care that theyd break down the door.
I wondered. yes i wondered. nearly all the time. will the trees get any taller. in about an hours time. i always wanted the best for you. but now you've slipped away.
So I'm fucked up inside more dead than alive. Never followed the norm where I've been no one goes. I kill myself for what it's worth mediocrity is sin.
I feel the heat from the flames. I'm dying the essence of pain. This bitter life has come to an end. My mind is tired my heart is bleeding. I can feel the taste from the nectars of Eden.
If you can't hear my screams. Who am I to pray for mankind?. Feel... Misery. . In the silence of fields. Dance of whispers are claiming for their suffering lifes.
Ooo!. Who needs the sky?. Just watch me fly. I'm on a natural high. . We're on a natural high. . Who needs the sky?. You can just watch me fly. On a natural high.
Escaping,. Your breath cold,. Now strain to hear your voice,. Pushing away your hand,. The weight again it falls away.. You're only going to be what you see,.
the wear and tear. has taken a toll here. we are old. we are alone. and we are dead - dead - dead. . less is more. more or less i guess. if you're blessed with a second guess.
There will be no allegiance with those who turn to sin.. I have nothing but contempt for the turncoats who. give in. To regress from purity to weakness I can't allow..
This is the new ethic.. Animals' lives are their own and must be given respect.. Reject the anthropocentric. falsehood that maintains the oppressive hierarchy of mankind.
Force-fed delusions from the overseer's hands. Won't swallow a doctrine that denies the truth. Most absorb the sickness, saturated in the vile, immersed.
Civilians used as pawns in a demon's power games.. Buildings crumble, planes fall, blown out of. the sky. Shrapnel from a car bomb takes the lives of all who were near..
Night falls and the day breaks. Cycle through the seasons but you'll only find the future. In the nightfall. . There's midnight inside morning's song.
Don't even think 'bout it. Don't even contemplate. Times being what they are, radar. Don't even think 'bout it. Don't even contemplate. Times being what they are, radar.
Mirror boy, rhyme with dada convention. Psychoanalysis didn't mean anything. Pvc costumes, letters to castro. Show me what you're reading, freaky girl with the afro.
I remember late November. Pondering over all of the things in my life. You consoled me, came to hold me,. Showed yourself right and you kept me through the night.
Times change, seasons change, people change their minds. But I know someone who stays the same. Constant in changing times, Hell never change. He remains the same.