Enter the fields of rape Your final place in time. When standing in a dead land. Many memories of lost souls. Have come to haunt me. A mirror image flicker of time.
Here - there is no light. Here - there is no hope. Here - no birds sing. To be cursed a thousand times. Down here.... . Here - the flowers rot. Here - the shadows dance.
A man empty of life. Bleeding. His tongue tasteless,. his eyes blind. Judge him not.. speak no word. For you are dust. and to dust you will return. If thy eyes offends thee.
Once again a glimmer. of hope burns away. Another part of me. rots again, dies again. Back into the darkness. so lonely, I survive. Cursed again to wander,.
A year has passed since the funeral. The smell of rotten earth. A blackened space and time. Write my name around a circle of fire. ...In a pace of shadow.
A mind of a chaos machine. An ocean of thought. Forever churning. To live ,to dream to aspire. . Wake up. Shouts the world of demise. Wake up. And still the dreamer sleeps.
If I give up my friends I know. And in return you. You give up yours. . Before we think what would we do later on. Well, what kind of life would we have.
My baby went out and stayed out all night long. Well, my baby went out and stayed out all night long. She told me a lie, she couldn't find her way back home.
First you say hello!. Then ya get mellow!. Mustn't be lazy!. Gotta be crazy!. Once you get started. This is what'll happen to you. . Ya shake it an' ya break it an' ya, Oh Babe.
C'mon swing it with the jive brother. C'mon swing it with the jive brother. You gotta swing it with the jive brother. Ya, you gotta c'mon c'mon c'mon.
See that girl, barefootin' along,. Whistlin' and singin', she's a carryin' on.. There's laughing in her eyes, dancing in her feet,. She's a neon-light diamond and she can live on the street..
Set the spectrum for the greyscale, that's better. Favorite bold fonts in blackletter. Star-crossed lovers and their tragic fates. And the one Celtic Frost record.
Drawn to the dark. Covered by the blood when possible. Call to the corners. To any open crucible. Easy to reach. Bearing every mark unmissably. Wanna leave behind some token of what I carried with me.
The papers write about it back in England. It's practically a lifestyle back in Berlin. There's probably some pockets in Ohio. Almost always something happening in Ohio.
Close the balcony and the rainbow. Because the promoter says so. Aviators and a buckskin frontier hat. How come they dress like that?. They break the news to me so gentle.
Well the gangsters drove Preludes and sold this one weed called White Tiger. Wirth Park had a body. The holiday guy couldn't make change. The parking lot scene still existed, but not without problems.
Speed, speedin. Speed, speedin. . I just need to get away, its to wild in the streets of LA,. Took to long and I couldn't wait, it's a long road when you're running away from home..
Lonely is the night. and now darkness has fallin. Nothing seems right. and the world is callin. . Everybody's looking back. As the wind comes whispering by.
Cotton Growing Man. Sitting in your chair. You think you're a winner. You don't have a care. All you do is sit and drink all day. Yes you don't do nothing.
I was born in a dump. Mama died and daddy got drunk. Left me here to die or grow. In a middle of Tobacco Road. . Grew up in a rusty shack. All I had was hangin' on my back.