I am on my own. There's no one in the room. They've left me all alone. I dont know what to do. I'm keeping track of time. Seconds seem like theyre days.
Emerge like a nocturnal organism fresh from its pupa. Salivating, mutinous, a swarm attractant for the damned. . Connected to nothing. Waiting for the next peak.
I fell for you in your attic. Over the hum and grind of afternoon traffic. We should be pleased to have shared the breeze or a bus. Now you ask what was the fuss.
SHUT UP. . It's clean the chimneys kids, and it's 1974. Shake a fist, make Oliver Twist. There's no way you ain't poor. Work the mine, work the factory line.
SHUT UP. . It's clean the chimneys kids, and it's 1974. Shake a fist, make Oliver Twist. There's no way you ain't poor. Work the mine, work the factory line.
There's pieces of you, and yeah there's pieces of me. You're not in my life but you're haunting my dreams. There's pieces of you, and yeah there's pieces of me.
Smoke and mirrors and everything nice. I wasn't married to the weekend, I was banging on the back end. Kamazaki and Miami Vice. She shook a few of my favorite things.
You can't see me peering through my glasses. You've been staring much too long. She walked away she walked away. Try to think of a better way to ask you to the promenade.
Hello, I saw you, I know you, I knew you. I think I can remember your name. (Name). Hello, I'm sorry, I lost myself. I think I thought you were someone else.
Are you listening, Javelina?. Every corner of the coast is still clear. All dressed up with some medicine for luck. How I hope that you're still here when I return.
Someday I fear I will be rescued from the boredom line. With lack of memory I fail to question why?. . With perfect sound you bring me down. Hey I'm not listening.
Ayyy! Yee-hah!. Here's one with your father's moustache, your old cookie jar, rubbers, sneakers, galoshes, belt buckles, and book covers with the name of your high school neatly imprinted in crimson and gold on the front with a picture of the goal post and last year's queen..
Ladies and Gentlemen.... The President of the United States!. "Fella Americans...Doot, Doot, Doot...". He's been sick!--Doot! Doot!. And I think his wife is gonna bring him.
It's Mo Thug, it's Ken Dawg. Let me lean on in your mind, hit you one time. See, here it's Ken rollin' off this Hen. I got to do this shit again for these niggas.
4-U-2-Know:. Finally got ourselves together you ain't on too damn cold and we're pimpin' it Pimpin' ain't easy for a lady so we do what we gotta do 'cause we're II Tru to it.
I'm the one, who wants to change myself. But sometimes I don't understand why I do it. When it doesn't have a sense. . I'm the one, who wants the peace.
Through boughs and leaves and stone on ground.. I feel a presence of evil, a silent sound.. An evil place once lovely and fair.. Its gardens are grey, sad voices of despair..
Descending into madness. Thoughts of morbid bloodlust. Need to search for victims. Psychopathic killer. Dismember the body. Removing the kidneys. Tearing flesh and organs.