Saviors robed in cloaks of blood. Eucharist in mouth. Hand in the basket. Arms in hand. Deaths in vain. Politicians' observe us through stained glass.
Could you imagine if I were to spill emotions down upon you?. The streets would flood. Eyes torn and acid scathed and bright crimson visionary of the apocalypse.
I am in the center between sound and body. The middle ground. is where ideas and illusions mingle. and new theories are given birth. Nucleus. Heart. Sterilize both in fire.
With one massive breath she was drawn within me. Tunneled through my mouth. A soothing delivery to Hell. Dry gasp. Impossible to swallow from the head first.
None of us wish to be our shadow. because we all believe that we are something greater. The figure on the ground. is no less good than what we really are.
Up to her elbows in soil and schizophrenia. The dirt has begun to breathe. Cries of a phantom infant tease and torment a dying mind. Held down in profanation.
Up to her elbows in soil and schizophrenia. The dirt has begun to breathe. Cries of a phantom infant tease and torment a dying mind. Held down in profanation.
Salt rock eyes as hard as a swollen diamond. yet as dull as the bottom of my shoe. Fixated on the steel in your hands and the latex across your body. Gagged by rubber through silenced from rapture.
In saturday night the love seems spreading all the world. So why you feel so sad just take it easy and get back. Why this should happen and why you just disappearing?.
Lust for Los Angeles. The Indian summer burns down. Waiting the stars cut the dusk. She runs for the ocean. and won't dare turn around.. . Summer lies.
Reduced and erased you are. Pulled down, beaten up. Caressed by pain and smashed with a fist of steel. On a journey so wide that your senses they collide.
I purify, I cleanse myself through chaos and my soul runs cold. I purify, I cleanse myself through chaos and my body breaks down. I sustain, I cleanse myself and I remain but not the same.
I think I'm going to just tear you apart. Because this time you've been playing havoc with my heart. But it's already over, even if I'm the last to know.
Why have you locked the bathroom door?. It's not as if I haven't seen you piss a thousand times before. And why can't you look me in the face?. Is it because somebody else has already moved into my place?.
Sparkle Lipstick. . Oh God, it's got to be time for this. Moving close for that very first kiss. . Your sparkle lipstick. Your sparkle lipstick. Your sparkle lipstick.
Let's face it lads, you're really crap!. But you're exciting to watch, I'll give you that. Not for a wage, not for fame. Not for directors. For the love of the game.
The plantations in ex-colonial governmant land where 'Empire Made' had given way, with the years, to the more subtle multinational approach.. Now look, first we forget the tueweekie beans and scrap these little plots here. And we can take a road right through and start planting sugar cane all the way up to that hillside..
Business bought the athletes out. With gold medals and role models. Drugs and media and national pride. Why join in when you can watch it on tv?. So out of the stadiums!.