There must be something about me. That makes you stare. There must be something inside me. That makes you scared. There must be something you see. That I can't see, and it's all over me.
Now my life becomes the night. I have no need to fight. when I close my eyes so tight. that I can see the light. . the time has come for me. there's nothing left to see.
It's getting late. I'm lying on my bed. wondering how my life has come to this. cool winter breeze. cool enough to freeze. seals my troubled mind with cold and tender kiss.
It's hard to read between the lines when they've been fucking deleted. For the lying is a seed and youre sowing fields. Denial is so beautiful when the flowers wither and die peacefully. Sweet surrender..
I am your pulse. Delivering by machinery stalls. Implant frequency,. Terrorvision energy. Pounding sound,. See the spacecrafts coming. . Reborn again from the Heavens.
True life is never ending. Through life find understanding. Show me the way, show me the way. . Between all lines gaze nearer. Death is the gate, see clearer.
Awakened. From embrace of sorrow. Heal the spirit deep inside. Call the new era tomorrow. . We will unite as one. And signs will unfold. Always searching for the.
As an uprising son. (It hallows). As a tragedy of facts. (It hallows). As an unfailing glory. (It hallows). As a melody of trust. (It hallows). This burden.
Han lnge bevandrat den mngmila skog. Med sorgepinat sinne. Sjlavndan hans livklla tog. Sen r av mngfald hans tilltnkta dog. . Ensligheten och kld honom trt.
I swear by my sin loving soul. I can taste your sins all over me. . I see the broken angels with splintered halos. I'm the serpent swallowed by the sun.
I spent my whole life in love with despair. Kept my lungs full. With the breath of their mute atmosphere. . I became what I hate and thus shall I remain.
These days of rage have left their stain on me. I've pummeled this world to dust. I've broken these men of blood. Now I wake naked, in the debris. . But I'm sick of fighting, sick of crying.
Sing to me my muses. Lost in hot Cyclops anarchy. Possession, invention ... blood, blood. Spirits, spirits.... come, cum.... . Where will these visions lead?.
When you scream it sounds like a lullaby. When you beg I get all gooey inside. Tonight I take your eyes, mind, and tongue. To spread the word, and watch your kingdom come.
With the perfect hair and the perfect wife. And the perfect kids and the perfect life. I can finally be somebody. . Let's play born-again American, resistance is the game.
(A soft procession of endless hymns. Swallowing bullets like sleeping pills). . Across the floor of an ancient room. It was not God, it was not the moon.
This is how the world died. And this is how the world died. I can hear you judging me. I'll hear your confession. I found the best piece of me. Kneel down.
Serv asat, serv asat, serv asat. . To exterminate the plague soiling my brain. I put the pen to the pad until the madness drains. 'Cause words are colossal aggressive not docile.
SHA NAGBA IMURRU!!. ALL NAMES, ALL FORMS!. obsessed about. money & power. absessed about. sexual encounters. obsessed about. passion & pain. possessed like martyr.
No, no, no. Into the defect. The reason, the source. Of all this misery and extract it forever. What heals me kills me. . I'm a natural assassin, a massacre in action.