Faster and faster, still not on time, cash is the fuel for every one. Sice that day we were born 'til the day we die,. We learn how to reject a meaning of life.
I am reaching out for the flames. I want to feel them burn deep within. The fire is out since a long time ago. Bring me down, take me out. Piles of dead bodies everywhere I look.
That's why I find it so amusing. That the Latter-day Saints of our business. One, attribute to me motives that just weren't there. And two accuse me of corrupting morality.
Festering scabs, papillae and pores. Hardened carbuncles, spots and cold sores. Pick at the scab, septic blood starts to weep. Rip at my face, ruptured growths start to seep.
The rotting corpse lies on a mortuary slab. Pus starts to burst from each visceral scab. Body temperature drops, bone seizure takes place. As the discharge oozes from the boils on the face.
Erupted thoracic savies. Serum, pus and offal. Perspiring ulcerous chancre. Splattered on your wall. . Necro-cellular lesions. The stench of staining scabs.
Your jugular arteries ripped. Viscous juices gush and bleed. You're gutted, skinned and mangled. Enteral disorder is freed. Tour rib-cage wrenched and torn.
What you heard (was not the truth).. What you've got (it's not the truth).. Love flies as free as a bird..
Darlin', those spiders in your pockets, don't take away the pain.. The spiders (are crawling).. . I want you to know how much I care about you.. I want you to know how much you mean to me..
Sing these words like sharp knives.. Ask yourself what may become of you.. I always knew you'd come first.. This never even felt right.. Ask yourself what I can do for you..
Don't let go.. Tonight, where did you go?. Your expression is familiar..
spellbound by the night. anger turns into rage. forced into rooms of hate. bleeding althought there is no wound. taking pleasure from torture. I see it eating me alive.
embraced by the midwinter frost. the light of darkness slips away. black roses surround the fields. strange floating lights, they float. endless visions into forever.
[m:nirbrant/andersson l: hansen]. . EMBRACED BY THE MIDWINTER FROST. THE LIGHT OF DARKNESS SLIPS AWAY. BLACK ROSES SURROUND THE FIELDS. STRANGE FLOATING LIGHTS, THEY FLOAT.
Dusk has come to pass. The irreversible darkness surrounds us. Scared away from the light. No mercy will be shown. Your blood will flow. Weakminded, you deserve to die.
Tomorrow is here. Damned by the speed of time. Imagine when becomes where did it go. Mindless people. They shake hands and smile. I should introduce myself with a slap.
Methods of self preservation. Survival doesn't adhere to the weak. Revenge sounds good as a motive. Each of us live our own timeline. There's no way to escape.
Split between choiced, you bleach your thoughts with stories of false. prophecy. Unorthodox methods of self religion, decayed and edge-burned. portraits of mythological entities, a made up story to present the rules we.
Walking 'round and 'round in circles. Locked inside himself. The funny farm where he can't hurt us. Or what we all believe. . Mute and deaf with no obsessions.
Trading thoughts with the moon. Do you know about infinity?. And with a broken spoon. I bless the ones without clarity. I see through these walls. The godlike urge, feverish fireworks.