Parlami dell' esistenza di mondi lontanissimi. di civilt sepolte di continenti alla deriva.. Parlami dell'amore che si f in mezzo agli uomini. di viaggiatori anomali in territori mistici...di pi..
Nerve ends tick in flicker book animation. One eye's closed in fear, anticipation. Will it stay shut? Will it ever open?. What if, what if? Nerves. . Tell tale tongues lick at seven senses.
L'evoluzione sociale non serve al popolo. se non preceduta da un'evoluzione di pensiero.. The new frontiers. of the nouvelle vague.. Organizza la tua mente in nuove dimensioni,.
Land of unforgiving winter. Cold, clad in white, under a dark grey sky. Silent, the wind, it whispers. Pale sun of gold, gazing from far up high. . Endless forests, lakes of water dark and deep.
I'm not made perfect I don't know everything. From time to time my mind is on the virtual brink. I've had my moments when I've prepared for all. I've even failed to have a woman given my number to call.
Trembling soft skin wrapping. shuddering warm flesh. blood pulsating through the veins. . Tool insertion. science not perversion. the end result justifies the pain.
Heil satanic majesty. tonight we sacrifice. We drink our own blood. and blasphemy while. the moon is our only light. . We whisper our sorcery. the acid takes us high.
Heil satanic majesty. tonight we sacrifice. We drink our own blood. and blasphemy while. the moon is our only light. . We whisper our sorcery. the acid takes us high.
I know that you're leavin', it feels like you're gone. I tried to stay by your side, and I tried to be so strong. I tried to stay and be everything that I could for you.
Gary Barlow. I found the road to nowhere,. The greener grass it turned to stone,. Your shadowed face shines a rainbow now,. The sign I found it pointed home..
[H. Calabria-J.L. Campuzano-C. Corts]. . Viejo amigo que duro es todo. no es fcil ni respirar. a veces pienso que nada tiene principio ni final. mira esta es la visin.
Ionospheric splendour ignites the northern skies. Unseen by jaded eyes. Preferring more an insect's view of mundane, grindstone lives. This planet, once a paradise before the serpent spoke.
You are more beautiful. Than anyone ever. Everyday You're the same. You never change, no never. . You are more beautiful. Than anyone ever. Everyday You're the same.
Well I've got somethin'--- mean to tell you I've got somethin'. I wanna lay on you right now. I mean to tell you that I've got somethin' I mean to tell you.
I waited for You today but You didn't show, no, no, no. I needed You today, so where did You go?. You told me to call, said, You'd be there. And though I haven't seen You are You still there?.
Dressed to kill, and drinking all alone. Waiting for some lizard to take you home. Another wham-bam rendezvous. The script is moldy but the lines are tried and true.
I waited for You today but You didn't show, no, no, no. I needed You today, so where did You go?. You told me to call, said, You'd be there. And though I haven't seen You are You still there?.
In the night, when no one would be watching. A man came with a question on his mind. He'd seen this Jesus working many wonders. He'd watched as Jesus spoke, performing signs.
Some people call us wolves in sheep's clothing. They don't like the kind of music we play. "Dropped out of school, a pack of lazy young fools. They haven't even combed their hair today".