You're laying on your bed on a hot summer night. Underneath the lunar light. I am a dream I am a phantom of desire. Call out my, call out my name. . Call out my name, call out my name in the night.
I don't know how street lights congregate. These dark sidewalks, me in the garden state. This question I'm asking, postcards I should be sending. This direction I'm heading, let's toast to new beginnings.
Forget not the days of old. And recall the stories told. Of the burnings and the screams. Do they ever haunt your dreams?. . There was a time when freedom died.
I don't know how street lights congregate. These dark sidewalks, me in the garden state. This question I'm asking, postcards I should be sending. This direction I'm heading, let's toast to new beginnings.
Brightest of souls shining through. Dearest of boys, I love you. Wrapped in my arms I would stay here with you. You are my lifeline. You make the stars shine.
Patience now.. One more breathe to go.. Are we coming on too sweet. On these cold, damp city streets?. Where the moon is much too high. That our feet don't move beneath us..
Underneath the neolithic sky. Where the beasts are so proud to die. Across the sea of a million dreams. Where nothing is as it once seemed. I hear the Pan Pipes playing.
Belladonna and aconite. Give to me the gift of flight. Take me up, airborne in the night. In a dream, across the sky. A hundred - million miles high. Take me ever onwards in the night.
Come and lay down in the meadow. Rest your head amongst the flowers. Come and sip the sacred poison. Fly away on the wings of madness. They were once known as angels from the sky and heaven.
A poor farmer boy, to the wars he goes. with his father's pride, and his mother's tears. and he goes a virgin, to both women and blood. he'll return a monster, mad crippled and blind.
Mother Diana, Queen of Wytches. Stars in the Heaven obey your calling. Mother Diana, temptress, sorceress. Spinning your magick above the earth. Bore ye Aradia, daughter of incest.
All the Devil's Men. In Christ's name they do their evil. All the Devil's Men. Still mad and medieval. With their swords and with their guns. And poisoned words upon their tongues.
Now the mist is on the land. Before the hoards of the dead we stand. Against the cold of the western wind. Against the demons of the night. . Let us drink another drink.
Underneath the darkened sky. All along the crooked way. The same story once again. Of sorrow and of pain. One fool in a dream. One black-hearted queen.
When she comes in all degrees, no more need. Burn the taste of all away, you can't say. Try to kick a line in time, no more time. Burn the taste down on your knees, you can't see.
You're my target, you're my ticket. Safe and secure in a hopeless smile. Used up one, you're a torch for some. But for me it's an itch, it's a pain, it's a trial.
What is it worth.. The charity of colonizers.. The kindness of culture rapists.. The outstretched hand of imperialism.. The healing touch of capitalism..
Yeah. . I measure time, seconds between cigarettes. Don't mind choking on cold regrets. Enamored with the possibility. O getting so blind I don't wanna see.
Inconceivable it is that somewhere on earth a land exists. untouched by civilization's hand. Try as we might to peer. through the folds of the death grip. The overwhelming.
Too much left to say, you never wanted it that way. Now you wake up wondering why your life is tumbling. Into nothing left to say, you always knew it'd be that way.