Spirit side dreaming. Let your blood flow. A last grasp. At your dying faith. I will eat your soul. Your suffering is mine. I'll be your source of pain.
How this, my rightful palace. Has been fouled. With the dust. Of countless innocent dead. Ornated extinction. Of a soon-to-be soul. Stripped naked I run.
In the 1970's. The OPEC nations began to dominate. The world's oil economy. In the 1980's, Japan became the world's. Number one economic power. . In 1989 the nations of Eastern Europe.
Agonized terrified horrified. Emotions brutalized. Crucified nailed to the cross. With spikes through my hands. I shall die upon this cross. All by myself.
The tower of sense inside you. Ruined by the hands of lies. Your daylight is already dusk. Feel the dead inside alive. Feeding an invincible master. With all you wanted or did.
Haunted by my conscious. Living my life in hell. Didn't hesitate. When I moved in for the kill. . Screams echoed in the distance. And I cannot ignore.
If my wrath broke up tombs and swept away thresholds. Pushing broken old values into dark pits. If my hate would blow rotten words to dust. Like a cleansing wind through molding graves.
Twisted thoughts in a shape of death. Blood is staining on my hands. Deranged mind, rotting soul. Homicidal need leads my way. . Warped lust, sickly obsessed.
A long dark tunnel. lies before me. through the pain of afterlife. i reach for the light. . What was shall be again. though in a different form. erased and blank.
Who watches the watchers. hiding behind the light. who'll pay for their crimes. will you die for their lies. the star and the crescent moon. symbol of slavery.
No limit, no number too high. To commit the sickest of crimes. Homicidal enjoyment. Afrenzied lust to kill. Something they never understood. I crave blood.
Didn't know what to get you. Ordinary just wouldn't do. But I just found. the perfect gift. For you. Now I got it all ready. But it's not wrapped in. red or green.
Who's that dude in the cherry red suit. Tearing up the floor tonight?. He's shaking his hips, got a sack full of gifts. And a beard that's crazy white.
I've seen the world's most beautiful women undress in ordinary solitude. I've fallen asleep in shift of distant satin. I've watched the rich risk it all for.
The only thing worse than bad memories. Is no memories at all. From the age of 20 to 22 I had five friends. None of whose names I can recall. And as I would walk down K Street to some temping job.
Do do do do do... Do do do do do... Do do do do do... Do do do do do, no no.... Soon to be ex-Quaker A cat without its paws A bee without its stinger Fighting nature¹s laws Soon to be ex-Quaker And that¹s just how it goes.
people ask how i've been doin since i lost you. i say "i'm fine.". i just say that i still feel like, oh, you're with me. they smile, i speak. they don't know what i got waitin' when i get home.
There is no heaven and there is no hell. No limbo in-between -- I think it's all a lie. Just a white light out to velvet black. and back to neutral gray -- that's all when we die.
Secret Curse. anonymous hex on flavorless food and terrible sex. a day of no rhythm a night of no rest. and I do not know what sin I have not confessed.