I can't see your face. And I can't breathe your air. So I wonder why I get cold inside. When I hear your name. . When we meet eye to eye. I will ask how and why.
The woeful silence and wind's reflection. Of your body's pale ode, an icy fortress of blood and ages. Sky fire above, ice below the hearth. Fall away from me to that citadel at the end of time.
I am the man who walks alone. And when I'm walking a dark road. At night or strolling through the park. . When the light begins to change. I sometimes feel a little strange.
Suspended deep within the cognition storm. A shattered perception of existence evermore. The depression born futillity burning inside. Fuels the vortex of this mental suicide.
Underneath a darkened sky. Drifting through a sea of lies. Pulled into the undertow. My body dragged deep below. . This man came unto the sun. Senses changed evermore.
At the end of your rope, hanging by a thread. He'd give anything for this to just go away. His grip is only so strong, I try to hold on tightly. But it's all slipping through my fingers.
The fires of the civilized world...sparkle in the evening shade. The comforts warm the creatures She made.... Leeches form the webs...that provide their peace.
Darkness descends from the firmament. Shredding winds sever the lifelines. Unbound in torment - these victims of sentience. They mourn the scattered fragments of their designs..
Let me tell you about a man Tommy Collins. A veteran in country music who interrputed his career by his own choice. To become a minister and by the way I understand he was very successful.
Pedge allegiance to your wars. We never wanted any part of. Undermining oil whore. Senseless death for government. The streets are red. The Skies are black.
No I wont Conform to your fears. Imposed by your Tyranny. Wear your crown of hate. All alone in your murder industry. Underneath Disguise of being free.
Oh fuck you. Unleash the hate manifesting inside. Stuck in a world of betrayals and lies. Blood starts to heat and. The tension will rise. Grinding his teeth, rage in his eyes.
I love the way you kill me every day. Isn't it so gorgeous?. I hate the way you swear every day. That you're so independent soldier. . Your limited time is over.
No more tears. Stand up to your fears. . Keep your voices raised. Keep your knuckles bloody. Keep your voices raised. Keep your knuckles bloody. . No more tears.
Algunas pocas luces encendidas. Promesas imposibles en el bar. Un blues que se desarma y esos ojos. Que acabo de chocar. Quisiera que te acerques un momento.
In a garden of high trees I rest. as tears on your face I see. with fears between you last. for lost you thought me I can be.. . Ashes and flowers together fuse.
Through the past of mine. close my eyes I feel pain. bow my head to hear the whine. had it been for real with the rain.... . How can we... be set free.
Sometimes in heaven a fable is born. Nobody knows where it comes from. It gives us strength and it tells us of love. And everyone of us is touched in their hearts.
Live the life of a sinful being. Carrier of misfortune. Spreading chaos throughout the land. Misleading all wisdoms!. . Die the death of an evil soul.
Get me off whatever you're on. I'm just trying to be yourself. self's aware but barely. fight for my two cents. and commit to my dreams existence. I'll only ever know myself.