i found a jetty of stone. and i'm standing on my own. the lake enclosed. . (array away fills sky). hovering over space and time. (streams on at once).
Hear the noise back in town. Let's gather everyone. And go see what they're. up to now. Driving in, Driving out. From hotel to the bar. All our friends are here.
Sigh your children. Who have we?. All our lives & countless years. When your world. A glass heart aches. Wraps us unheard, unscathed. Will we, your children.
You rule by being just. Wage war with a price. Master all without strife. And the world will comply. Said the sage, "The more rules that they write. The more thieves in the night.".
Okay this is a song about killing everybody, let's all sing along now. . Dream machine,. John and exene,. Smear campaign,. And a swat team.. . Let's have a feudal lord,.
How can anyone be so unkind. As to want to take another's peace of mind?. Is acceptance so implausible?. Well I know how the best will fall. And the rest will follow.
Hard to imagine, so hard to perceive. To find an expression for what it all means. Panic and struggle, death and decay. It's coming together in relative ways.
It seems that fifty years have come and gone, since the rise and the fall of the radio song (what the fuck! ). Steal another bottle to save my soul, it's been another dead year for rock and roll (who said so! ).
Fields of fire burn in my sleep. I hear screaming and thunder and cries. Devils crowd under my feet. Scream so loud. . Under here lies a different face.
There was one king, this was his one sin,. You never make a move, 'til you've got something to prove.. . Upon a cross, strapped to a lathe,. Young ingenue, escapes unscathed,.
Bright all the eyes of the family on the other side. from an only child for the first fourteen years of life. All the pictures they were never seen and never heard from.
Isis, Horus, Ra, Set. Isis, Horus, Ra, Set. Isis, Horus, Ra, Set. Isis, Horus, Anubis. . And you will know us by the trail of dead.
I'm a naked sun see right through me,. I'm a naked sun. I have no clouds to conceal me. I have not one. Maybe someday I'll forget. To rise up but it hasn't happened yet.
If i could make a list. I'd put your name on top. Of my mistakes and regrets. and every line after it. Because every inch of hope. . Becomes a world of shame.
We had a mod-fuck jubilee. To celebrate our broken hearts. We carved tombs from the rocks and stones. And transformed them into art. . We gave the plot a twist.
It hit my mind, it came to me*. In order to live its got to be freed. And all I want. Is this grace undone. Its haunting my head now. Like a prodigal son.
Another page of history. Another failed and hopeless year. Of wasted life and wasted time. Long ago you sang a tune. Of running from a painful youth. And now it's dry, you're wondering why.