In this sinless city, we wear calluses on our hands. From empty vain hand-shaking, we see the guilt has rise again. And all will fall with or without our good will.
I'm only patient enough. To please the masses for so long. My brittle arms cannot hold. Up all the walls in this falling tomb. . I'm only caring enough.
I'm only patient enough. To please the masses for so long. My brittle arms cannot hold. Up all the walls in this falling tomb. . I'm only caring enough.
Overslept. Astonished. Whether you are ever. going to feel this warmth again. which makes us human. . Create this bright new world. Cure the cancer of progress.
Start human slaughter till the very end,. Blessing of bloody God comes to grief.. In the dead of night helpless bodies. Excrete their souls, it's a sin of life..
[Music: Tocha / Lyric: Cyjan]. . Delivering ward got a new guest,. Preparations for a birth are under way.. A wish to greet a new life,. Surgeons will do their best..
Soul and flesh segregated in a quest. Baptized in raven's blood. Prolific entities vegetating -- longing for. The revival of our father Satan. . We are subdued.
Glane of desire. Towards what was once needed. Now that all got obtained, used and consumed. Lack of hope force-fed. Energy tuned into fire.. . Starving, craving, feeding.
She wasn't born anorexic, but nowadays she suffers,. staring at these half-naked stars on magazine covers.. feeling pressured by the public.. She only weighs 90 pounds but still sucks in her stomach..
(Click Click Click, sshh). . Somebody turn the lights off.. Sometimes my eyes are hollow and sleepy. Somebody turn the lights down.. Sometimes my skin wishes I was somewhere else.
you know the strange television you watch. the one that you never plug in. lady with the locust heart her fire lion. sleeping in a black hole you know you know you know.
A spirit climbs my spine to the brain,. Following the railroad tracks down again.. I needed space, with soul, maybe we can die there.. Maybe we can stop, I'm already dead..
floating on a casket down the Mississippi. throwing shadows cross the moountains of the moon. there I heard the daughters of december. singing a wicked tune into the graveyard.
Don't ask me what your life is for. Look around and you'll hear it. What you so faithfully ignore. Look around and you'll fear it. . Here is a man in a Styrofoam cooler.
Slim The Mobster Ft. D. Brown South Central Blues. Slim The Mobster Ft. D. Brown South Central Blues.
i can't see how we. leave behind someone in need. won't we heed their final plea. can't we see their hearts still bleed. my back won't turn. justice is the final word.
Never thought that giving you my all would be so lonely. I'm so said that now that I will never see the morning. The seasons never change. The earth has ceased to turn.
It's not suppose to feel. It's not suppose to be like this. I'm not what I used to be. . I feel that I can't breathe. I feel that I can't be my self. Strong when I'm alone.
We've get along together. I should have known. You're the best that I can love. Till now it's hard for me to face it. Why didn't we meet each other soon.