Shame, shame on you. And your sweet head on the pillow. Take the pills dear let your hair grow. Take a knee, believe you me. With ankles to the earlobes.
hey, god you'll know Im closing in when the mountains fell when the steeples...they bend. (you want to know how they'll bend?) five times: the width, the glacial, the pace, etc, etc....
Mary Lou, Mary Lou:. "This one's for you, 'cause I know you.". I know I said "until the four walls, they fall in,". but not when knee caps have caved in..
I've tried everything. Perspercacity. It's true I'm in my prime. I'm in my prime I'm in my prime. But you know well as me. Stuck here on our knees. I can feel it in the air.
Dear diary, as you can see the pen's drinking. And it's an ornery little thing. And it's dreadful, dreadful, dreadful. Dear diary, my sweet body will turn on me.
Anything Can Happen. Anything Can Go Wrong. Note To Self, Wait And See,. Enough to Stop a Way To See. . Anythign Can Happen. Anything Can Go Wrong. Anything Can Happen.
Grandfather burned up to ash and returned to the earth which spawned. This nefarious prank that's controlled by the length of his arms. And the kindred is gathered by coffin and chaplain on his behalf.
Ooh. Ooh. Ooh. . Please stand by. We've come so far. These years we've survived. The ride that turned us inside out. Repeat after me. Just scream and shout.
(This is a little song. A little song about trust). . Don't expect me to fight the good fight for you. And don't expect me to quote myself in quips. Not for you, not for you.
(Entry number one, I still hear the boots in the hallway). . Spider:. I want your head.. I want your wicked parts.. I want to wring out your evil thoughts..
Heads up now they're coming for you. Slip to the basement, my how you've grown!. Are you ready and willing? Are you are you... Cain and able?. I'm 26 and time is running out.
Did sweet daddy die. Square on your birthday?. Some macabrish attempts. To see you'd rue the day. . Or appear in the end. And be happy he made it back.
I laid my black heart on the table. It may just make itself at home. Cut short your cord length on the phone. Your smoke alarms and barred windows. Can't save your house god burn your soul.
One man with the. Warped heart. With the fake legs and the. False starts. . I'll put a curse on you. Restrict the lines on my hands. I'll put the hex on you, I said.
Are you planning your escape?. Are you crumbling for the evening. When I'm asleep and you're awake?. I swear to god I'd take it to the grave. But are you planning your escape?.
I'll come back from the war but everything I touch seems to break. And I won't be the same man I won't be the same man you knew. And I was somewhat tickled by your gauge of your tickertape parade.
Slip soft that serpintine. And live life off of our knees. Saw tooths and hate. Can edge away ape-man dignity. She said.... "You better leave with what you have.
My death is like a swinging door, a patient girl who knows the score. Oh, whistle for her and the passing time. My death is like a [incomprehensible] truth at the funeral of my youth.