I believe in miracles. I don't believe in sin. I believe in wizardry. I don't believe in trends. White magic / Black magic. Which am I to choose?. I believe that is up to me.
White Stallions. (Chandler). . yesterday I saw my face. pictured in the sky. as I gazed upon myself. my whole life flashed by. I heard the sound of hoofbeats.
Hey there brothers. the time is near. you wouldn't listen. now it's too clear. power madmen. screwed our world. now we suffer. for their thrills. . They made our planet.
I've been down so long, I cannot see. Any way out of me. I live under rocks and under stones. That's where I spend my time alone. People don't know I exist.
The Walking Dead. (Chandler). . close your eyes. wait for them. excorcise. evil whims. walking dead. have no soul. when you touch them. feels so cold.
I have seen a thousand wars. And I will see a thousand more. I have heard the children cry. And I have seen their bodies fry. You know me, you've seen my face.
Thirsty and miserable. You drop to the floor. You drink 'til you can't. See any more. Thirsty and miserable. Always wanting more. Thirsty and miserable.
"I'll give you the creeps!". . Creepy feeling deep inside. Makes you sweat, burns your eyes. It's behind you, then it's not there. Drives you crazy, pull out your hair.
I live inside you. Depression is my name. I'll crack your world with. Bitter mental games. You try to suppress me. But nothing holds me down. Just when you think you're happy.
Listen for the siren. Screaming loud and bright. The neighborhood asylum. Reports escape tonite. Look around the corner. Behind every bush. Your sanity is thin now.
By the moonlight. . I arise. To set you in my sights. . You can't touch me. . Don't even try. . For I'm the ruler of the night. . Like night-shadows. I can't be seen.
Last night I went to Hell. . Of the stench of death. The tenement, it smelled. . The shooting gallerie's breath. . I saw women and men. . Kill themselves again and again.
Can you feel the evil?. Can you hear the wail?. The sound of destiny. Sharpening its nails. . The scent of corruption. From a race called man. The beast now declares.
Crack the surface. I arise. hungry again. my gray insides. can't wait. can't wait to begin. . arise, arise. . You send the same ones. to hunt me again.
Saint Vitus was a young lad. No one knows how old. 'till the kingdom took his life. For the things he told. The World is full of Wickedness. So Vitus says.
Come and listen to my tale of woe. My final downfall came not long ago. I have got a disease that breeds tears. It's been plagueing man for years and years.
Stranded here, a thousand light years, away from home. Blackened clouds, fill their horizons, storms to come. They cut down their forests with steel jagged blades.
Stranded here, a thousand light years, away from home. Blackened clouds, fill their horizons, storms to come. They cut down their forests with steel jagged blades.
Plastic unicorns point at you. Sideways faces are nothing new. Psychedelic sunrise at the foot. of the bed. You get all this when you feed. your head.
Release your head from the world. keep yourself underground. no one understands your mind. grown tired of screaming. and talking to the walls. no one understands your mind.