Imposture!. At the peak of my triumphant march. Conjuration!. Doubt befalls me so close to the end.. . Cannot move any further. Feet are tired from the haste.
I could bend the genius' course. Could give wisdom to the blunt. But I doubt they would be grateful. . One wish, a breeze to blow over. the shelves and piles of souvenirs.
Only one step away from the core. One tiny step to purge the soul. One more vision to shatter. . Oh, come sweet dreams. Sweet illusions of a bleak. I see the vipers in the distance.
We are watching the birth of a cliff. Do you want up, it wears you out. And though you never. Want to be in the water. You fall with a mistaken step. .
Recoils from our offering, their birds of omen have no cry for comfort, for they are gorged with the blood of the dead. Pray for heavens sake they never come back. Lies, Communication failure. There was only sputtering of the fat melting flesh: the entrails dissolved in gray smoke. Our hearths and altars are stained with the corruption of dogs and carrion.
He saw your bike chained to a tree. Right outside the library. Pulled over to go inside. To see if you might need a ride. . But his head started thinking.
When I was a kid I held on so tight. I held on so tight when I was a kid. Then life opened up like a little rose. So I stopped right there and opened up my nose.
Manilla was a crude machine who'd taken his fair share. He gobbled up the world he owned as petals paved his stairs. Manilla thanked the very moon for money and his life.
Liquid experiments baby. caught up in the field of dreams. Lucid hallucinations. are burned down with appeal in our eyes. . In our eyes. In our eyes. .
Crush you all - no holding barrels, the playground's scattered but still I stand my ground. Ain't your choice - You tried at last and went down quite fast, another despicable frown.
I am a child of carnage. Trapped in a cage of steel and glass. (Keep holding me). You tried to hold me down. To keep me quiet in the dark. Too bad you failed again.
Time to love. All we need is time to love. And all too much emphasis. Is placed on conflict. Popular mode of thinking changes. When molecules agree with timing.
They never stole my hope. When I saw those men gunned down. And others stretched on long ropes. Swingin on the edge of town. Saw two fists in the air.
The days were many. The nights were too. McClusky brothers. And me and you. . Done bet our lives. On a pile of dust. Hot red desert. From dawn to dusk.
This is where the truth begins. Where teardrops glance the sallow skin. You lose your will. And I can lend you mine. . The Westway walls so tall and bleak.
How can they be tired of England?. They'll never know the England that we know. Never know where the ones with dreams go, no. Never notice the skies with their eyes down low.
Four more rotations and no one will hurt. These are the things I dream of. I've been thinking through the drinking. Though my confidence is shrinking.
Run they said to a promised land. Run and find us a helping hand. Don't come back till the sun is gone. Don't come back till the war is won. . We all set out with our hearts in hand.
So far dishonest as the day is long. I'm sorry so I'll go now. But I love you, so it won't be long. And the specters in the masonry. Remind us of the things that might have been.
Come with me. Let a spark ignite. We could chase the stars. Til' the morning light. Hear the call. The rhythm of a last crusade. In the key of life. Just waiting to be played.