I am still eleven but I'm only twenty-one. I'd like to be figment of your imagination. And I know I can believe me if I listen to myself. 'Caused you're just ornamented and you're sitting on a shelf.
Focusing myself. Finding clues in you and everyone else. We're hearts on a shelf. Believing that we're saved. . Sometimes these things aren't. Really supposed to work out this way.
I'm gonna buy a gun,. so I can end it any time I want,. and laugh as I blow it away,. funny as an atom bomb,. solemn as a child at a ticker tape parade,.
Trying to forget about the thought of moving on. But I'll try and I kept waiting. Trying to move on without you feels so wrong. But I'll try and I'll keep waiting for you.
To the Pharisees of the twenty-first century. To those who know only religious ceremonies. Crooked liars behind pedestals. Got bibles in their hands but know nothing of what it holds.
Now life has ended. Played all the cards that have been handed. And now eternity has a whole new meaning. . With it's no end and no beginning. A heart comes to its last ticking.
Certain people can't be trusted.. Certain lies must be told.. Certain events must go unnoticed,. others must be well exposed.. . Some trouble can be justified..
You were always in my shadow,. you don't seem to have one of your own.. i still need time to realise if this space is home.. . I don't know if i'm pure enough.
Pferde und Vögel sind so wunderschön. Hunde und Katzen hast du oft gesehen. Tiere ja Tiere die magst du doch sehr. Und hier in Afrika gibt's noch viel mehr.
Hello, this is Stacy, the computer. Good morning, Simon. I trust you slept well. Will you be searching for true love today?. . www.. Incoming contact.
Yeah-vaseline, put some pepper on it. Maybe margerine, into a crank rank. Yeah-ultramarine. Let me out, of this can of beans. Let me out, of this can of beans.
We're living in a mad house,. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. That's what the world is, x4. . Love is called sex, don't you know,. And The Law is called Might, its crazy,.
O as I was a-walking down by yon mill-town,. The fair and lovely mountains they did me surround;. 'Twas there I saw a fair maid, and to me she looked grand;.
Wi' my dog and gun, through the bloomin' heather,. For game and pleasure I took my way.. I met a maid, she was tall and slender,. Her eyes enticed me some time to stay..
I've seen your heart turn into stone. So cold that my tears frozed. I've watched the fire die in your eyes. Fire that was once full of life. . All my life I've hunged to my pride.
Oh It Behoved Me. The Hilt in the Night. Though My Heart May Falter. I've Yielded to Fate. Such Peace in Her Slumber. Though She'll Never Wake. . Black Swan Rising,.
Wither in silence my precious flower. Draining your pith and I devour. Would I crush you in my arms and make you bleed?. . I'll hiss my tongue and feast on your ear.
Countless Times I Have Been. Shedding Tears and Bleeding Hate. Countless Times I Have Had. Against My Neck the Poisonous Blade. . ...Oh Come.... With Me, Betrayed, Banished.
Are you there before me. Placed so hard to find. Or is it just a figment of my mind. Why did you try and destroy me. Is that the way it goes?. I don' think I will ever be the same.