Everyday I pull tighter. Bring you closer to the fire. Choke the life from your eyes. As I inhale your dying breath. . Who need enemies with friends like you.
On to. On to the mindfield. Into. Into the hole. . Chemical. Chemical cauldron. Location. Still unknown. . Out of the tunnel, into the light. World destruction, now seems right.
Jesus...had days like this. Cyborgs - cybernetic organisms.... Machines with living human tissue and programmed to destroy. The silence is deafening. Regression hangs in the air.
(lyrics written and sung by Sarah McLachlan). . Give me release. Witness me. I am outside. Give me peace. Heaven holds a sense of wonder. And I wanted to believe that I'd get caught up.
Red, three, six, this is red, three, six, Charlie, over. This is read, three, six, over. Roger, we are taking automatic weapons fire from our right flank.
Mindless human faith lays naked there to waste. Neurotic choking eyeballs, fuels paranoid crazed cells. Slide into darkness, slither down the shaft. Slide into darkness, slither down the shaft of hell.
Sweet, sweet sensation. Across my back. I will be following you. No retreat, turning back now. . At nighttime just to cross the trails. Flood control on that wall.
A mission from hell was sent out today. To search and destroy, and blow them all away. . Forbidding is the planet. No one will return. Their lives are expendable.
Traust du mir wieder?. Wo ist dein Mann?. Ich mchte mit dir schlafen. Und so geht das an.. Sonnenstrahlen. In deinem Gesicht. Du wirst mich wieder lieben.
Keeping Your mind strong. Turn the bass on. Feed the fire. Let's get higher. Gotta get this thing down. Gotta get my load up. Show no emotion. Drown in the ocean.
OhWhoo!. . Well I see her walking down the street,. And I think, wow that can't be beat.. I know that there's a lot left I need to learn,. But baby she gives the sun a sunburn!.
I need release. I pose a simple question. Are we allowed to exist with fear. There seems to be a new consensus. One that guides us all through life. To hold us all here together.
Never again will we feed those with inhibition. And let me catch anyone trying to think free. Keep a close eye on those sleeping. Watch them with eyes like hawks circling their prey.
Remember when lines were formed for some sort of reason?. Be silent. And not just something we do to show our allegiance. Try breathing. Does it make you feel as though you're simply conceding?.
Less of a singer, you are more, more of a prostitute. With aspirations for a life of sex and drug abuse. When did the music turn into a beauty pageant?.
I see an empty space. Next to the yellow bumble bee. That could be the perfect place. To park my broken down ten-speed. . Just tell me when you get off work.
Here you stand seething with guilt. Silence only justifies this act of cowardice. Look the stapled on your face cries out for forgiveness. The one thing that I cannot give.