We all have secret lives. In our secret rooms. Living in our movies. Humming our own tunes. . Living life in camera. When the night is closing dovn. Sliding into darkness.
How happy is the human soul?. Not enslaved by dull control. Left to dream and roam an' play. Shed the guilt of former days. . Walking on the foggy shore.
Here I sit alone at the window. The rain falls down on the glass in the cold. All my life I've been waiting for this moment. It never came, maybe it never will.
I will not be pushed. I will not be stamped, defiled. I will not be crushed. I am not your only child. . I am not a freak. Object of your own desire. I am not ashamed.
[B. Dickinson]. [Soundtrack-The Nightmare on Elm Street pt 5"]. . Honey its getting close to midnight. And all the myths are still in town. True love and lipstick on your linen.
On and on. . Born in a mining town in 58. When black and white T.V. was up to date and men were still around. Who fought for freedom, stood their ground and died.
The mark is on you now. The furnace sealed inside your head. Melting from the inside now. Waxy tears run down your face. . The whore that never told her tale.
Smoking, resting on its grave. The carcass rusting where it lies. No more truth, no honest games. The serpent writhes within us all. . Lava streams of molten flesh.
Smoking resting on its grave. The carcass burting where it lies. No more truth. No honest games. The serpent writhes within us all. Lava streams of molten flesh.
A silent river flowin' black. Strange attractors, no turnin' back. Present danger I recall. That pins my senses to the wall. . Back from the edge. (Back from the edge).
There, on a lonely desert hilltop. The pilgrims huddle closer. Waiting for a sign, the coming silver shrine. The arc of space and time. . Truth, oh, the truth is never clear.
Well Billy rapped all night about his suicide. Said he'd kick it in the head when he was 25. Speed jive, don't want to stay alive when you're 25. And Wendy's stealing clothes from Marks and Sparks.
We live and die like all the rest. Every summer has it's sunset every year. Love and hope put to the test. Every grain of comfort holds the seed of fear.
Journey back to the dark side, back into the womb. Back to where the spirits move like vapor from the tomb. The center of the cyclone, blowing out the sun.
I wake in sweat, you've come to steal my life away. Some strange electric glow of artificial day. The power breakers close, the grid of darkness falls.
When shall we three meet again?. In thunder, lightning, or in rain?. When the hurly burly's done?. When the battle's lost, not won?. . A tyranny of souls that love has lost.
You can sail in the desert with a ship of fools. You can smuggle in Moses and his book of rules. But you can't take a mother and give her back her son.
Hey! Hey, Baby!. I wanna know. if you'll be my girl.. . When I saw you walking down the street,. I said that she's the kind of girl I'd like to meet..
Hey, hey, hey baby. I want to know if you'll be my girl. Hey, hey, hey baby. I want to know if you'll be my girl. . When I saw you walking down the street.
The other night I was. Walking down the street. I was getting kinda hungry. I decided to get me something to eat. . Now I passed up all the chain. Franchise joints on Hamburger row.