Im turning my safety off. Im ready to talk to you. Alone. . A kiss, a hug, another drink. Puts me right back to. Denial of persistent memory. . Im watching you.
[Written by Possessed]. . Sail the sea. Ship of dreams. Things aren't always as they seem. . Spinning thoughts. Inside my head. Thinking now of what's ahead.
Surrounded by darkness. the unholy house deceit. keeper of the pylons. with dimensions to sinister worlds. malicious labyrinth. harbour of the unholy altar.
Burning cross appears, symbolising death. Black waters stir, a painful sight. Secret faces overarch the spheres. The wind groans, seance repeats. Gorge of night, unseen woods.
Selected by a secret cult. Judged and approved, opinion given. Reasonable ricks, superior pain. Praise this cult and reverse the cross. . Crown of charm, passage of lies.
[solo: Pascal]. . Adapt in flames, infant lies. Gallery of circumcision. I see this world, drowned in blood. Abidance the new arrival. Absurd abuse, abused absurd.
Blood flows over me. Feeling of excitement. A pleasant ache. . Scenery of flesh. Bodies bounded by rotting. Paradise of pain. Screams they numb me. . Crucified immortals.
Sacramental carnage. ultimate rejoining in the abyss. . Cauterized sect fuse as one. final break-through the old world. . Descended souls will dwell. into the crypts of emptiness.
Still remember the pain. . Silent screams are burning my mind. Frightened faces are watching me. Shadows are dancing before my eyes. Blood on the walls.
See the flame of our modernity. Burning all the plains around. These are the last days.. Extinction flows like a river of blood. Earth faces a bleak future.
Si yo canto es por ti. es por ti. es por ti. Aunque digan los dems. que desafino mucho. Si si si bemol. si si do sol sol. Si si si bemol. si si do sol sol.
Taking me away, straight down. Talking about the way that you fucked me. You thought I was sick, look out. Every thing's the same when I make a sound.
STRETCH DUUUDE! And Clobber Girl!. He's a human rubber band, and she's the hulk in pearls!. He's A limber Lad! She's a powerful lass!. He'll wring your neck, and she'll kick your ass!.
And today's special is Springfield Soul Stew. We sell so much of this, people wonder what we put in it. Well, we're gonna tell ya right now. Gimme about a half a teacup of bass.
Springfield, Springfield!. It's a hell of a town!. The schoolyard's up and the shopping mall's down!. The stray dogs go to the animal pound!. Springfield, Springfield!.
Homer: You could close down Moe's or the Kwik-e-Mart and nobody would care. But the heart and soul of springfield's in our Maison Derriere. . Belle: Were the sauce on you steak.
Spider Pig!. Spider Pig!. Does whatever a spider pig does!. Can he swing from a web?. No he can't. He's a pig. Lookout!. He is the spider pig!!.
Well, Mr Burns had done it. The power plant had won it. With Roger Clemens clucking all the while. Mike Scioscia's tragic illness made us smile. While Wade Boggs laid unconscious on the bar-room tile.
Quiet steps are what I take. Sneaking in at noon. Just in time for my lunch break. Got my fork and spoon. Time the cameras just right. Duck in the bathroom.
Our life is so confusing. No reason and no rhyme. We've got this funny feeling. Getting old before our time. . Gimme what ya got. Gimme what ya got. I know what ya got.