Thoughts through the window. Of my mind's eye. Bring another slice of terror. Yet away with my fears. . I cross this pitiful world's end. Drawn to the mortification.
From the museum of sleep. Unliving eyes see death's subtle jest. In my sorrow they mourn the past. Yet celebrate their eternal rest. . Relieving the worlds pain.
From a distance I watch you two. All my. thoughts and fears have come true. How. long has this clever disguise slipped past. my eyes? Blood fills my mind. KILL!.
can i weld these paper folds to flat. without burning all the red and blue. and though were not an army i know what to do. i have seen the gasoline burn.
The crooked path is becoming straight*. As we move toward perfection. That old black rider ever chasing. No longer sets the direction. We ride on a beam of light.
Slay Gabriel for his words are denied. And let the unspoken form a race. The most beautiful angel agony amplified. . Court the nephilim to their rightful place.
I want to kill you and share with you my pain.. And if it thrills you I'll gladly kill again.. I want to maim you. Your throat a bleeding well.. And before your damned body's cold you're already in hell..
Witching hour bad moon is on the rise. I can't resist its infernal cold power. When it blaze into my eyes. . Feel I am slowly changing. Begin to lose my track.
Death once walked this relic land. He came while all would sleep. Death held up his bony hand. And with it death did sweep. Across all land and water.
Holy Jesus, fuckin' Christ. Forgive my fuckin' head. It's full of doubts and questions. Did you really raise the dead?. . Are you really so pathetic. That you can't be critisised?.
Oh I hit top speed. Still it's much too slow. The speed unconnect me. With the ground. . Now it's too late. Just one way to go. If I'll die I'll die. To this bonecrushing sound.
Oh I hit top speed. Still it's much too slow. The speed unconnect me. With the ground. . Now it's too late. Just one way to go. If I'll die I'll die. To this bonecrushing sound.
None amongst the living. Shall wield the power. Shall know the deepest secrets. Inside his mind. None amongst the living. Will foil his plans. Will follow his final path.
Keep your mind burning. and let the smoke burst out. 'till the last of the christians. is suffocated. by our pure smoke. from our pure flame. which burns in our heads.
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There's a time to feel and a time to fear. Turn around and walk away from here. There's no mystery, no catch if you will. Paralyze your paradise or the next man will.
It happens all the time. You just never realize. Like miller says. Just a plate of shrimp. Happens every day. But it's never to be seen. Part of the cosmic unconsciousness.
Theres too much judging. And I cant hang. But I 'm a hypocrite 'cause I constantly complain. Political correctness makes me sick. They took a good idea and twisted it.
Personal power shall ever be mine. My soul is eye and eye is my mind. Evenity has never existed. You simply want to have it. . The only solution's the struggle against my aims.