Find. Words fade above the snow. The carved out somebody stitch. The carver's all who waves surrender. Through all tempers looking back. The skin begins to crack.
I am not living here, I have got much left to fear. In the place of safety I am fortunate to be alive. With all these distinguished things around me, I am left to realize.
good and evil does not exist(? CHRIST?). fix the outcome overall playing into follow along. face the weak bland righteousness. deliver them or kill them dead.
a lasting moment to hold onto with regret the scent of time. tried and tested I never noticed the phantoms of her mind. cresent moon im cutting through paste up warnings fill the sky.
Under a cave-in beaten. Educated and believes. Alone a gun the sun. Into the breach from which it came. . Aside from writing walls up. Put on as if facts to see.
heavens thrash fixation turning mass direction. having a relationship without guilt mass direction. off and away hazy circles round the eyes. so long how long hate disease.
[whispering:?Never trusted?]. . (Kaiser?/Crazy?). (Black time?). . I looked upon the circus in the sky. . (steaming?) colorized ceiling paranoia. . Make it go away.
Unfurnished treeless barren ball. Rotates spitting toxins. Time to destroy. A balance not unlike. Rotates farther changing. Directs. And wins each vision.
forlorn lists in true contempt to destruct and dripping red. is it time to come clean wash away everything. hold the frame, still life focus, ones intent to not be noticed.
here falls now undone looks beyond the credits sum livid fractures less of fate. the whisper winds blow the seed of hate. disturbed society dogs my turn with no values intend to raise ability tried and.
articulate and fill with nothing said the leach of the. leeches need pen tip drips noxious function. a double standard fee redirect burn infinite. decadence replaces the next day crawling.
Mr. Brownstone sits in the titan of the ship. Meddle state he will liken to a minute. Mr. Brownstone hears the misfit. Waiting on the street where he'll be with her.
Cannot touch me, you fool. I'm not one of you. . You cannot touch me, you fool. I'm not one of you.
"I got something that I gotta say...truth...jesus...fuck all them motherfuckers". "What? Shut up!". brak talk. . you know the brak talk. brak talk. you know that brak talk.
worn out gone ocean calmly lowers bodies offering. whims condition as night falls. spills disease mental sores. mine exploding you fucking liar. . lines form short mans views.
There's blood on the wall. So what. There's blood on the wall. Blood on the wall. Shadow wall. Shut up. Get up. Shut up. There's blood on the wall. There's blood on the wall.
After many hours. higher. . --nated fixture. . Whatever bells toll. Curls up inside. . Curls up inside. . Curls up inside. . After closing nightfall. .
oil remove shred and tear radiation vapor. it's the fear so unclear man in motion going nowhere. in our homes stuck in the face spread the dirt to populace.