She sits and watches as the fires light the night.. She faces darkness in her last remaining times,. asking herself what the carcasses are up to.. After a hundred years, they're still doing better than the widow of war..
These people here. They look like rain. It's like their spirit went. Down the drain. . But you walk right in. You take the cake. You rise above it. Like a dream.
Listen to the piercing cacophony that falls from your tongue,. to your own beating heart in the bedlam and hum,. to the bellicose turmoil in the breaths of the young..
I was once in love with her. And I swore that it would last. I could not stand to hang around. When I saw that it was past. . I turned my radio on, packed the car with all I owned.
Take a rigid allegiance to all that gleams,. to all that glitters and shines in the blood of machines.. For all that take solace in antiquity,. take your phantoms and cast them away, curse them to waste..
Let go, it's a hard, hard lesson to learn. Let go, it's a very hard lesson you learn. . Like a blind man run down a highway. Is a very good friend of mine.
Another night begins, and I fear the worst.. They know where you are, and who you have been.. I don't believe the badges that hide the inner beast, that hide the evil of those within..
All the world is lying, sleeping. Everyone in bed. Me, I'm still out flying. Tryin' to turn on my own head. . Tryin' to turn on my own head. Turn on my own head.
She knows when the Devil. Starts a burnin' fire inside of me. She knows how to take the heat. How to take the heat away from me. . When I need it. When I need it.
The claim of the priests and the holies clerics. is that god is a master to serve without question or real consequence,. so they forge their weapons, and they hammer their plowshares into swords,.
The face of poverty, as willing subjects we all spectate your demise.. You can wash away the filth but not the calluses. that keep the devils down beneath the status quo..
The stars lead to the path to the other side:. The righteous path, the gateway, the key to eternal life.. Now we wait we pray, we die.. Now we wait we crumble, and forever lie..
No rest from the labor at the whip's end, when portraits of toil invade.. No rest from the stinging of the needles, when we covet their highs.. . We can't run from the swarm when we live in the hive,.
To Sheer nothingness.. To the last breath of reckless abandon.. A flash to eclipse millenniums and wash away the footsteps of faithless fatalities.. To sheer nothingness, rattling the walls with the winds of decay,.
Public service, service for who?. The poor fill the prisons, the rich fill the schools.. . Public servants to serve me and you,. they serve to destroy us, fucked over for who?.
Black smoke rise and fill the blood red skies,. man made dust designed to blind our eyes,. screened illusions masked in blatant lies,. black smoke rise and fill the blood red skies..
There is bullshit on your breath.. I can't believe that we are all fine.. Nothing but worries as the rivers run black.. Polluted pastures on grey landscapes..
Next to nightmares, there are no dreams, shattered skulls in splitting seams.. The pounds of cancer, they just can't scream.. Six feet under, who would believe?.
When the street's symphonies meet the last opposition. to the harmonies embedded in their sequenced affairs,. angels will scatter the land, fluttering, flying like moths to the flame..
One last night, one more breath, one step forward, then what's left?. Where does it go?. What does it mean?. What is it worth to be part of this machine?.