Tennessee Train Tracks

Come dry me out. 'Cause I've been drinking all night. Before I pass out I need your ghost to tell me this bloodless voice. Is as meaningless as it sounds.

The Night's Disguise

The clouds are holding up the dawn. They're stilts or crutches. I can't tell which one. To keep the short days looking longer. Or to keep the sunlight from falling on broken legs.

Torn Down

TORN DOWN. I WILL NOT FAIL, NOT FADE AWAY. I WON'T GIVE INTO THE VIOLENCE. I WILL NOT DROWN. I WILL NOT RAGE. I WON'T GET LOST LOST IN THE SILENT SCREAMS THAT FOLLOW ME.

The Cry Of Mankind

You can't expect to see him and survive. You'll swallow his tongue of thorns. His mouth, dripping with flies. In his glorious kingdom of fire. But I believe.

城裡的月光 The Moonlight In The City

Threshold Of Hate

The portal infernal of Satan you will perceive. The altar apocalyptic is dammed, in the sect you will die. Pharisees! Possessed! Insane!. All the minds manipulated are.

Trudge

Firebomb the firmament. You'll find there's nothing worth the burn. Tear down the institutions. There's no one left to learn. Scratch at the scabs on the hands of the man.

The Great Escape

Hid my face, bit my tongue. Saved myself the shame of having to run. . Hounds on my back. Cuffs on my hands. Deny. . I shaved my head. Bit off my tongue.

True

So how, how did I lose the thread. When you reeled it in again. I could be caught on that line. Spending my time swimming with you. . You love is often unkind, bitter and blind.

Thankful

Forgive me this sin. I'm falling over. Flashing tin grins. And rolling in clover. So ready to get out. And eager to please. Well, it's late in the day in the middle of a life.

The Wilde Flowers

Sun hangs high, I turn away. Failure underground. Heart is sick and fever is high. Waiting for a sound. . Like a trail of insects to me. I watch them from afar.

The Perfect Young Man

He's just the Perfect Young Man,. He's so well-to-do. From a good family too. You'll see. A Perfect Young Man. Never lost for words. And I'm looking forward towards.

Trap House Jumpin

The Way I Know You

[Intro]. I'm always Frank and Ernest with the woman. Talking about.... Always be Frank and Ernest with the woman. . [Verse One]. Must be the way I looked in your eyes.

Tapdance

To These Words I Beheld No Tongue

Soliloquy by Raymond, Music by Theatre of Tragedy. Whether the thrond Monarch weareth the crown,. Which I know not whether to his belongeth;. Doth he hence the sceptre sway?.

The Masquerader And Phoenix

Hist! - the sonorous orchestral ambience and the arabesque-slane'd ballerina,. Her wee feet in an alacritic maelstrom-twirl,. And the dust-hurl with her tears blendeth - Egad! this quagmire;.

The New Man

Broken bottles, and a broken nose. No reason not to lounge in a pose. I could stand in shade light and laugh at you. You were wrong - it's happened to you too.

The Masquerader And Phenix

Hist! - The sonorous orchestral ambience and the. arabesque - stanc'd ballerina. Her wee feet in an alacritic malstrom-twirl. And the dust-hurl with her tears blendeth -.

The Man With The Bag