[Music / Lyrics by Torbjrn Weinesj]. . Somewhere there's a gathering. In a place where time exist. . The aisle of finest marble. And walls of purest gold.
That Night The Rain Was Falling. Or Was It Just My Tears. Voices Outside My Window. From Ancient Years. So Tired By My Wisdom. Lost With A Weary Soul.
Bring The Oath, Bring The Incense. Bring The Flesh To The Altar. Reflect On The Times That Passed By. Seize The Time, Seize Your Dreams. And Focus On The Wooden Cross.
Spoken:. This is the first letter that I wrote back home to Momma and Daddy a few days after I'd moved to Nashville:. . June 2, 1964. Nashville, Tennessee.
PROLOGUE - (Part I). THE SCROLL AND THE LAMB. Then I Saw In The Right Hand Of Him. Who Sat On The Throne. A Scroll With Writing On The Both Sides. And Sealed With Seven Seals.
PROLOGUE - (Part I). THE SCROLL AND THE LAMB. Then I Saw In The Right Hand Of Him. Who Sat On The Throne. A Scroll With Writing On The Both Sides. And Sealed With Seven Seals.
Cut from glass I start to fade and prance around her promenade. Thrown overboard to pay my dues, to the ocean floor in concrete shoes. I'm your visions of vindication that caught you in the act.
She said she liked the way I kissed. So cutting edge I slit my wrists. I need to vomit disappear. and kill those monsters in my mirror. Out classed by losers second place.
Reminiscent screams like womb dreams. From ridding yourself of your own existence. The pendulum sways like an empty noose. Still your thoughts compress and you weep and sigh inside.
allergenic to your atmosphere. a tidal wave of frozen fear. careening down to blanket all. . serenade. our town is only a mass grave. not even the church was saved.
Let's pretend we're in the movies and kiss me with the tongue. And I'll become carcinogen and blacken up your lungs.. Impatient amputees are longing for a hand to hold.
sister insomnia my eyes weep worms for you. angel anathema i'll drink your blood. the blood you shed for me. was all you gave to me. my bold bulimic belly dancer.
i've clipped the fins right off my goldfish new. he'll be better off at the bottom of the bowl. down in this hole. as earthbound as the bird inside your cage.
Yesterday, Nostradamus gave me a call. To remind me of the writings on the wall. I know we live in troubled times, he said he'd read the signs long ago.
That was the fad, punk's unfashionable again. We're still as bad and we still enjoy playing and singing our stupid songs. . Hoping to right our wrongs, we've been in the business way too long.
This night came fast. Thought it never would. Thought you'de be the last. I could cling to when things got hard. In true or false need. Tonight I have a fire.
It's coming down from above the clouds. Bared fangs and howling aloud. It's a carnivore - kill the lights. The dragon bites. . Yeah, finally unleashed.
Steel is rain is coming. and the lights are all shut out on the minigolf course. and I've yet to wipe the wine off my floors. The hammack's racking in 3/4 time.
You begin to wear me out, I feel like crossbones to you skull. Your stupidity blinds me, your so-called brilliance is so dull. You're living life by proxy as your mind contracts.
Now Suri, you must study your dianetics book.. But I don't wanna!. . Young lady that is not allowed you must make Tom and Katie proud. . Millions of years ago, the alien, Xenu.