Blue textures cascade downward to the base of the monolith. Like brush strokes on a canvas of souls. Two arms reach out a cloak of silent nihil. Revenants untouched by the scythe.
They escaped the weight of darkness. to forge a path into the marrow of the spirit. They chose to drown in a deeper vacancy. an emptyness that quells the null.
Goin Down with the rest of the rats on this stinkin ship. Gonna drown in this dirty sea that smells like shit. Another night coated with blood, sweat and spit.
Well son are you feeling the pressuer yet?. You know where you're from and you best not forget. You can twist and contort it. But I know you'll regret.
louie's living with a fire in his blood. and it burns like a mother fucker. I've picked him up off the ground when his. cells were down and now its getting.
Stand in the crowd with your biggest pose. You hide it well but everybody knows you and. We watch just how you go along. Easily led into battle by the first song.
Dead still in the city as six million faces drain of blood. Hearts beat in denial, we can't hope to stem the coming flood. This cerberus, it comes for us, we bear a watchful eye.
United Soldiers!. I think I just hear the.... . Chorus:. Bomb! Comin' from the sky. Way up high. Bringin' Afromental sound. Bomb! Comin' from the sky.
Let's go take a ride in your car. I will take the passenger seat. Baby, we don't have to go far. Unless you wanna show. Me a lovely place out of town.
[Spoken Intro]. . You feel overburdened under your problems. and feel like trapped in your own imagination.. Realising that there are always new problems to deal with you decide to give up..
[Spoken Intro]. . When the seventh year comes strange things start to happen.. There is no reasonable explanation why this is so.. Things just start to fall apart..
[Spoken Intro]. . There are certain institutions in the world,. each of them declaring what they see as the truth.. Use your own reason and don't get fooled by them..
There is always hope even when it seems very bad.. Far from the southern vulcanic sirens comes the hope through the winds.... . Don't try to talk, don't even try to move.
I'm walking in the shadows of my own tempted soul. Time is ticking by. While I'm chatting with this bottle of wine. I know that I'm not perfect. I'll admit that I'm a fool.
Thy gruesome cries so thin. On thus you will succeed. The amorphous illusions. Thwart your willingness to believe. . The beauty disturbed. . The amulet, opener of forgotten doors.
Tonight the moon is absent. But blind neons attack. The aimless, winding tram in the dark. My streets have gone to Black. It's very Pepsi-poster. At one she held me back.