As the flies and the wilds. gathered around Tens Horns. The beasts from all directions. Fell the call of their master. The winds are changing. The sun is staying upon.
A rollercoaster ride to a (cold) place of death. The utmost self-searching journey. And I can feel it in the air. Everything is turned upside down and inside out.
Thieves, thieves and liars, murderers. Hypocrites and bastards. Hey thanks for nothing!. Morals in the dust. Two-faced bastards and syncophants. No trust.
I can be the monster. I can be the teeth sunk in your skin. I can be the terrifying ultra-violent sin. I can be the monster. . She was the sharpest blade.
Hey, little sister. Are you ready to dance in the dark?. Can you believe and defy death?. It's only skin and bones, blood in red. In this rotting flesh.
Would you ever walk with me on the surface of the violent sun,. Would you give me air to breathe and show that I'm the worlds worst prodigal son,. This posthumous letter I've written to give you the strength to move on..
Take off your clothes. Welcome to the Whipping Haus. Where we spend all our evenings. . And we hurt those deceiving. And we're safe from the outside world looking in.
Rolled on out of Motown back in '91. Left them bitter winters for the Florida summer sun. Breakin' hearts in theme parks. Smiled for anyone for anyone who held a camera to my face and said "Say cheese!".