early one morning shattering life in the face. the finest creative loss of graceout. of heartshot with no hope. meet the people try to cope. nod the head with distraction.
trials administer tidal oil that suffocating base the fire gold pouring mercury life. . given river deformed in amongst patient building raise an urgent call reformation strike.
trials administer tidal oil that suffocating. base the fire gold pouring mercury life. given river deformed in amongst patient. building raise an urgent call reformation.
magnified fear stares back the mirror reflect. depravity the shadow cast a feeling of ill harmony so crisp the famines. itch a withering shoreline tears of grey interspersed with withered fruit.
Image of my soul. Confusing. Made into something. . I know the sea. I must throw it away. No one is safe. In this sunlit today. . So let's just pray. So let's just pray.
Outside it's freezing. Inside it's cold. No one to keep me warm. My bones are old. All day the cold stays. And someday I won't wait. . Sunshine inject my mind warm me.
(not much need) distraught wake up in sweat. something is very different no water hot or cold walk out in the street. greet the morning gun battles needless no need to understand in.
I'm a skate- I'm a skate-?. One must believe in. . Alter their image. . Turn against ripping poles. . In a tatter you shivered cold. No longer feeling.
I am abomination. Your twisted dark salvation. In every dark salvation. In every dank fixation. I burn my voice into skin. I feast on cries of sorrow.
This fades into all that you say. Up in, it's all mine. A virgin to the sound of today. We all shine. . Stand up, stretch your mind. We're living in a summer song.
Come to. I need to feel. You bore me too. When you sleep too long. . Strange house. Same day. . When will you fall upon your face?. When will you fall upon your face?.
His arms wide open,. teeth bearing grin. So drunk from hoping,. she'll let you in. The smell excites him,. as does the chase. The grin it widens,. upon his face.
Searching for home left all alone. Life's on a stroll, love comes and goes. When will it end? Nobody knows. I chose my road, I know I'm a long way from home.
Special Rider Blues 5:09 Trk 5. Nehemiah Curtis 'Skip' James. Skip James - vocal, guitar and piano. Album: Blues From The Delta. From Vanguard 'Today!' album 1966.
"The forecast calls for destruction tonight, death for tomorrow, and. Armageddon by the weekend.. This could be the end of life as we know it". . Cold steel, surgical dissection of memories lost to plague.
Raaaaghhhhh!. Gather in a circle we're going to play a game. Kneel around the cookie each with a stiffy we're ready to begin. This time it's not for pleasure you'll have to stroke it faster than ever.
Hey !. . V1:. When I see you. I have no sight. It's like I'm in the dark. . When I lay you. Try to sway you. You don't get remark. . Chorus:. But I just can't wait.
"I want to kill everyone, Satan is good, Satan is our pal...". . Seething, inbreeding, ignorant, believing liars...salvage. Seething, inbreeding the fear of independance.
sono nato skarrafato,. con il cervello un po' spostato.. a milano sn stato,. mi sn comprato anche il gelato,. skarrafato skarraatooo. (in gruoppo skarrafato skarrafato x3).