Hate. Falling three feet to the ground.. Face down on the cold floor of a well-oiled SF pigsty I met my one true love.. Feel youth crushed somewhere between concrete & boot, another victim of the lower hate..
Whoever appeals to the law against his fellow man is either a fool or a coward. Whoever cannot take care of himself without that law is both. For a wounded man will shall say to his assailant.
Cry if you need to, disguise, evade, hide. Run 'til you hit water, then swim. Murder in your wake, plan, commit, exact. You have earned our rage, now fly.
I'm on my way home. To the middle of the sea. There's an island lullaby. That is calling out to me. . I'm on my way home. My pacific paradise. Blue water clears my face.
Well I saw the thing coming out of the sky. It had one long horn and one big eye. I commenced to shakin' and I said oo-wee. It looks like a purple people eater to me.
"O soft embalmer of ye still midnight,. Allow me thee to adown. Of an sort thou fancieth;. Each holdeth its own fancy, I say -. Yet the pleasure we partake in.
these are offerings forgiven to the eye of spirits and law. intrinsic fire witness the time of iron. reflections of the snake. reflections of the tree.
Do they deal in favors. So that time will roll by. And that peace will stand still. The television denies. . They keep your life focused on their truth.
Son of man. You're on your own. The coming winter. You'll face alone. . The heart that you cherished so. The hand that you tried to hold. Belong to a stranger.
I am the last. The one who holds on past. Clinging on something we used to have. . I am the last. The one who chose this path. To walk among the world of shadows.
Slaving for eternity. Aiming for construction. Reckless crew abandon me. Bringing on destruction. . Primal needs. Annoying ways. Incapacitation. A legacy of submankind.
Hungry and hunting. Passion and fire. We're burning. Hot on the heels of death. Strength and suspicion. Armored with steel. Ready for action. Tonite we're out for the kill!.
In a back street of town I call my home. God, I've never felt so jaded. It's like my heads in a cannon ball. I'm ready to explode again. I wanna feel alive..electrified.
I am the one. That hides in flame and fire. Who takes you under. . And brings you in. . When the silence is all. No day before night. The burning plains.
This is how we try to keep warm.. And trust me you'll need it when it's cold.. One more thing just so you don't forget.. Don't wake him when he's sleeping..
Oh, constant, unending Pain, my surest, truest friend.. Agony, blessed Agony, your ever-present ache identifies. unyielding vitality. That sharply labored breath is.