Es el despertar del sol y sigo caminando entre muerte y dolor. Sobre mi cabeza las trompetas entonan las notas del fina. . Los jinetes de la eternidad cabalgan entre bestias de metal.
Nothing ever came so easy. As the manipulation of her word. Cold and humiliated. I tried to portray this mess. . I should fear it, I should give it all.
We take ourselves too seriously. We sneak as many politics as we can. But who will be the last to realize. That sometimes selling out is waking up?. .
The embodiment of innocence stripped from her own territory. America's child has passed so close to freedom. Now closest with her maker. The ten lifetimes of terror were experienced by this frail body.
GoOdByE to my liFe. of a BrokEn man. a WoRld oF ColLapse. buRNt To aSHeS!. alL I'vE Done. wAs in vain!. this stinGiNg pain. sTAmpInG ME!. . wOuld YOu lIke to feel liKE ShIT?.
Night falls your... voice... again. The... coming quick my thoughts. Night curse my life... myself. Come.... . Turning my own cane. Living all behind.
Waking up to another day,. Feeling thrilled and watch the come everything so rise uh. A pleasant feel I'll... consciousness correct behaviour. Embrace the world it's yours to love.
who made you the hero, who made you the judge,. who gave you the right decide. what makes you think that you can't do wrong,. why should the whole world step aside.
Don't to this don't do that. Don't you ever talk back. Don't speak with food in your mouth. Just keep quiet while the grown ups are talking. I'm not being mean I'm just being fair.
You say destiny decided what was meant to be. I say I decide myself, what's to become of me. Simon says there's not a chance we'll ever get along. None of us say anything but we both think he's wrong.
Remember when you were young,. You shone like the sun. Shine on you crazy diamond. Now there's a look in your eyes,. Like black holes in the sky. Shine on you crazy diamond.
I want to touch you but I don't possess the power. it turns me inside out to feel the pain of your distress. you push the needle deeper in your arm for every hour.
Saviors robed in cloaks of blood. Eucharist in mouth. Hand in the basket. Arms in hand. Deaths in vain. Politicians' observe us through stained glass.
Could you imagine if I were to spill emotions down upon you?. The streets would flood. Eyes torn and acid scathed and bright crimson visionary of the apocalypse.
I am in the center between sound and body. The middle ground. is where ideas and illusions mingle. and new theories are given birth. Nucleus. Heart. Sterilize both in fire.
With one massive breath she was drawn within me. Tunneled through my mouth. A soothing delivery to Hell. Dry gasp. Impossible to swallow from the head first.
None of us wish to be our shadow. because we all believe that we are something greater. The figure on the ground. is no less good than what we really are.
Up to her elbows in soil and schizophrenia. The dirt has begun to breathe. Cries of a phantom infant tease and torment a dying mind. Held down in profanation.