Why are there so many songs about rainbows. And what's on the other side. Rainbows are visions. But only illusions. And rainbows have nothing to hide.
Newspaper blanket covers my view. But I still get the story through. The more people that I meet. The less friends that I keep. . Words roll off my tongue like spit.
Blessed are the fallen. Hearts full of grief. Blessed are the feeble. Who deny their own belief. I am stranded. Forgotten and forlorn. A hangman buried by his fear.
I come from a land. Of systematic erasure of optimism and positiveness. You don't want to encourage me. . Slowly corroding your fortified norm. Leaving you bitter, grim and sober.
(lyrics by Nocturno Culto). I dype juvet, ein stad i Noregs land. tallse de samler sine. Ravnsorte vinge. Der akter de at rdslage. For tid at komme. minnes pest ukristen tid.
["Cross the Triangle of Flames" from "Under a Funeral Moon"]. Engulfed in frost. I sailed our dreams. gloomy inner landscapes come to life. I am the wolf in the darkest scene.
Impersonal whirling Clinical hate. Abrupt irritation Morphed (into) anger. . Pounding exploding Ravishing grimness. Completely born and built to loathe.
Hung out to dry. Liquid rites engulf. Eaten alive. Again and again. . It's raining murder here. And the caves are cold. I curse the skies. While the ground slides away.
Ruby Nights. . The last that I saw. With eyes filled with rain. A waterfall of gold. It flickered on his face. (flickered on his face). . He rode to the summit.
If I could make you mine. We could spend some time. Maybe you could come around in the weekend. Summer's rolling by and we don't have much time. Tell me all about what keeps you ticking.
If we were in the room again. I could shape the light this way. Temper would build me back. Legs left belonged again. There is a breath that's left. Once was a pulsing thing.
You stood on a darkened. Edge of a dead end street. Stuck inside of a whirlwind. The same way you wished for me. . Slave to your needs. Your claws are on my back.
To everybody. Who love somebody. Who miss somebody. . I remeber like it was yesterday jay before this saigon buzz before they was callin me S to tha A You would say i was the best to this day i be like better then nas you say nah nigga better then jay.
Let Quas upon the set. He came up out them dungeons to tell these suckers. Niggas, try come react, to what we doing. Stepping over to the lost gates. Not knowing what they doing.