This time I think it could be perfect. But you're pushing away. I came here today with a purpose. Should I try or just let it go?. 'cause these things I'd like to ask you.
When the first men on the ground were laid. I wouldn't fall under the mad skirts. Onward forth into a land of gold. Swords were drawn upon the road. .
Problems you can't identify. Slave to your TV. I'm not your mainstream demon. I'm your icon, beautiful monster. . Resurrect, coming back to haunt you.
Let's say that was then here we go again. All our friends are filling the room, it's like a play. And the words that I'll say are not for you. They're for that costume, giving you hope.
First she's going to relocate it. to the southland. stake her claim in Silverlake. what she's showing off. will be on your account. there's little doubt she's.
You don't have to pay for any more. Of what I'm selling door to door!. I will demonstrate for free.... But each opportunity.... Always ends in an apology....
Not one motion of her gesture could I forget. The prettiest bag lady I ever met. Pushing her cart in the rain then gathering plastic and glass. She watched the day pass, not hour by hour but pain by pain.
Are you tired of hanging out in your car. And getting sweated by the boys in blue?. Tired of getting shot by your best friend and not receiving. Any medical attention because of lack of insurance?.
Are you tired of hanging out in your car. And getting sweated by the boys in blue?. Tired of getting shot by your best friend and not receiving. Any medical attention because of lack of insurance?.
I search for what is right and with everyday I fight. For what I feel needs to be done. The years keep slipping by I try to. Get the most out of my life.
I'm trying to move ahead without thinking of what I left behind.. But it doesn't do me any good.. There's peices of the past that come up and make it hard on me now..
Hoy me dejo estirar, amasar. dejar mi cuerpo en una tabla de madera. Hoy me dejo cortar, cocinar. harn mil partes de mi,. estofado de Mar.. . Ay! este cuchillo que entra y que sale.
As he laid there. His life flashed in front of him. He wonders if he can. Take back some of his past. . As he looks back on everything. He's got so much.
Shot memory and a fucked up mind. Can't remember what I left behind. A dead-end street, nights with no sleep. Have I left my paradise for good?. . 122 and Highland Street.
(The_mad_Marquise/Thunderstorm). Come and enter my dark passion. Come too me - I need your pain. And you need mine. so take my hand, dear. and feal the whipp's caress.
(The_ mad_Marquise/Thunderstorm). Dressed in a goat fur. We inhale intoxicating stuff. The World becomes one big blur. While we spit on the Christian bluff.
Hearts go freezing in winter. in spring we thaw them all out. let the summer take over. Inside out .... If we prepare. for the seasons. Change our minds.
Opened up by a stranger. At an uncertain hour. You opened yourself. Like a curious flower. Opens herself. Wide to the moon. . Life is uncertain and people are so....
Good morning sun, good morning shine. I feel I'm lost all the time. Somewhere ahead must lay my first. Peaceful night. . Crimson flames, golden shores.
To me-Another lie. Cause lies are what you're made of. Amuse me-To think that I can't see through what you've become. . Now we'll make you a promise. I will promise you.