I used to be a rolling stone. You know if the 'cause was right. I'd leave to find the answer on the road. I used to be a heart beating for someone. . But the times have changed.
Perkiomen, somewhat cloudy. Indian water slipping down a mountain stream. You know what I mean. . Painted lady touch the water. Forest standing, sentry over mossy wall.
Just imagine, you were off. On an island in the sea. With a love oh so warm. And sweet cup of tea. . Will you think of the time. With your friends and mine.
Dear, I thought I drop a line. The weather is cool, the folks are fine. I'm in bed each night at nine. P.S. I love you. . Yesterday we had some rain. But all in all, I can't complain.
you worked your fingers to the bone. you sacrificed a happy home. now you have nothing to show. my energy's wasted on you. you must be such a proud man.
1, 2, 3 go!. . Asleep at the wheel 40 miles left to go. rollin' in on fumes to rock the show,. we don't need fortune and we don't need fame,. we don't need bright lights to spell our name,.
Warriors on horseback from out of the sky coming to take you away. Your life as it stands now in their hands it lies you won't live another. full day man now he wonders just when he will die searching.
Death is drawing closer, I'm fighting for my life. I know not how to stop it, live through this pain and strife. Awakened in the nighttime, I'm fighting for my life.
Last night I dreamed you were back again. Larger than life again, holding me tight again. Placing those same kisses on my brow. Sweeter than ever now, lord I remember how.
I lie awake at night consumed by tragedy. I feel depression's cold hand reaching out for me. All I've ever wanted was your honesty. But now the words, become the blade that you have driven into me.
Det var år sen jag hade gått igenom. Brända städer och dealer. Med ett band kriminella på rymmen. Stirrandes på romantiska klichéer. Hitta aldrig en plats att vila huvudet.
Take a look at those guys. When they play their hits on the radio. And the pretty young girls. When they shake their hips on the television show. . I want it, can I get it?.
Cavalier roses, but the thorns got in my soul. Chocolate box intention, but a bitter taste left me cold. Take a little something, a present clouds the past.
Yo no quera enamorarme otra vez. pero mi corazn no pudo ms.. No pude callar lo que senta hacia ti;. callar que me estaba enamorando de ti.. . Bast una pltica y nada ms.
Welcome to my Paradise.... The fetid Putritorium. Where autopsied cadavers are left to rot. Tons of Decomposed Flesh. rotting in this inferno. The Fragrance of the Dead infests the air.
The purulent epitaph sulpted in neoplasm. Sores of the cadaver carved without qualm. Multicystic innards suppurate. Putrefaction makes your stinky fate.
Ultraviolent psychopath -affective disorder. Misanthropic - "I'm dead to the world". Forensic informs reveal necrophilic habits. Raped, devoured and humiliated and then left to rot.
Virulent contamination injected in your veins. Sympthomatology is evident. Mordicant contagion of the sanguineous cruor. Pathogenesis out break. Arthritic members swell as your body shivers.
Hold on.. It won't hurt.. Just swallow you whole.. These shadows,. We follow,. Into the pale,. The mist and the male.. Just don't say: "No sunlight". "No sunlight, no".
No longer one. Not symbiotic. Its all I have. I gave you everything. . Take what you want. Then neutralise it. Its all I have. I gave you everything. .