Towards the light. I will move on. And so I learn to move. The one before the next. The steps I take. Will pave the road ahead of me. . I awoke this morning.
Now that we're through. The hell with you. We don't mind. We just give it a sigh. . We hardly knew. What you were capable. Of doing. But why don't you give it a try.
I kneel to you. I bow to you faithfully. I bid you long farewell. but spit out my name, you will. come yield to me. I yield to you. . You lay as though dead.
You Belong To Me. . Music & lyrics: Freya. . I hope that it's a bad dream. - a nightmare, fast asleep in my bed. I hope that I'll wake up to realise. That it's all in my head, oh.
Yellow Ladybird. . Sometimes I wish I were a yellow ladybird. Sometimes I wish I had a yellow pair of wings. I would - I would visit God -yeah yeah, I would - I would visit God.
You wake up in the morning and you call the mirror God. With eyes deep inside that show a man in love. Self-hypnotized to your transcendency within. Idiot-proofed game you play, no matter what you lose you think you win.
Swallow the stones that I see in. your eyes. Tell me that fable for bleeding. surprise. When you're old you're full. of desire. Come to my dream but do not.
It's your mistake. . We're here to be and the ones to succeed. No need for you to tell us how to be. Can't seem to find your reasons why. You tell us lies and think you're wise.
Tenderness. I feel Your tenderness. Like fresh raindrops fulfilling my needs. . Source of pleasure. You are the only One to satisfy my inmost yearning.
Your Life, My Life. Your Life, My Life. Your Life. My Life. Your Life, My Life. . What is this, what you say?. Your road to life has been paved. You think you're someone I should adore.
Young man, atheist. There's someone there you can't see in light. Young man, naturalist. Your eyes are heavy from sleepless nights. . Feed the conflict into your head.
We're such a success story. The king is not returning. But living safe and sorry. Another church is burning. . See the things out of sight. Time will turn it all to sand.
Take out the failures. Erase the existence. Break down the values. Break down the system. . No, can't co-exist. It's year one now. No, can't co-exist.
Is that a strain. Or a delicate smile. Built to proportion?. It might as well have been you. And all the things you do. Somedays. I'm waiting. For my pulse to calm down.
There are skryers. Seers of the ways of wyrd. Who face the damned spirits. And the Hellish vaults below. . Spirits come, they come, came in numbers yesteryear.
as i write to you another thoughtless night alone. well i could cut my wrists with this razor. but fuck you and fuck your dreams as. you depend on someone else well i could smash your face with this thing.
You can't blame me for a life lost,. When everything I ever did was stick up for what I think is right,. Just like you can't blame the pencil for your fucking misspelled words,.
I don't know who you are. In the mirror i see you still wear the mask. A disguise, a cure for all the madness. Why don't you get rid. Of the junk you used to wear in front of me.
You fucking leech!. . Many times I've been thinking. what the fuck you. were doin' in my life?. Don't you know appreciation. gratitude or friendly relation?.