This old familiar stench. Has returned once again.... . The floods came in waves. Washed me away. As I looked up and reached out. There was nobody there..!.
It isn't easy to show you what you mean to me. I'm not that kind with all the moves. The way I'm feeling goes beyond what you can see. I'm crazy 'bout you, crazy 'bout you.
Phil: Whenever I'm alone or if I'm feeling gray.. There's one place I can go to brighten up my day.. It makes me want sing.. That's how the show should end, but wouldn't it be good if .....I Could sing it with a friend.
==================. Everyone doing something but no one ever does anything. Someone always shouting the silence is deafening. Nobody loves you, nobody hates you.
An age that's in decline. The blind lead the blind. Live from day to day. Nothing here yet you stay. . Painful memories you recall. Nothing left for you at all.
Entangled in a web of sordid lies. No hope until I walk with open eyes. The way I feel I can't express. We trust each other less and less. . Twisted thoughts and twisted deeds.
More than once we've closed our eyes to science and its flaws. Ghastly research carries on locked behind a door. While cancer cells still breed like roaches killing off the land.
Columbus wrote of awful things, as he fortook the seas. And many men have spoke of doom, aboard the Flight 19. The devil's home, some do preach, a force beyond this world.
It flows the obscene, a living death machine. Repent the day, this world first met your wondering mind. Stay at one with tears, the dark is near. It calls to you, now reach out.
A place full of futuristic insight with those who share a magical gift. Foreseeing into future fully aware of what has come. You see they predicted monsters from the ground to swallow man.
Quickly the end of birth. Rotting this is the end. Another lonely corpse is ready now to bend. Into a prison of dirt. Beneath the god awful Earth!!. Closed gates of death where do I rest.
Quickly the end of birth. Rotting this is the end. Another lonely corpse is ready now to bend. Into a prison of dirt. Beneath the god awful earth!. Closed gates of death where I do rest.
The shocking truth the 13 souls the time ticks. peacefully. A horrid tale a frightful day now locked in. history. As one by one the chosen gone some final.
Deep in the mind, you slowly unwind. For reasons unknown, there's disturbance inside. Diluting this virgin brain, killing the thinking man,. Sanity tries to last, real world decides to stop.
Polished my shoes I bought a brand new hat. Moved to a town that time forgot. Where I don't have to shave or be approachable. No I can do just what I want.
Moses up on the mountainside, what a place to meet. He brought his pad and his pencil, poured himself some gypsy tea. And all the world's multiplicity, they turn his brain and his soul to stone.