Now that our ties are served. . As we wave goodbye. . Let us not wonder whether. . We are ready to take the dive. . Let it dive, let it die, let it fade out of sight.
With history, your bluest grace. Falls apart, cascading down. Speak to me of beautiful hate. Of island chains swept with the tide. Tragedy ripening on.
I have made you in my likeness. And I make you the keepers of my garden world. And if you honor me in kind, I will be grateful, but be warned. For I'm an angry, jealous God.
Eyes obscured, by those bangs. Sun is shielded, by your shades. Kick it on the corner. Leather coat and safety pins. You got some ? news. And you smoke your ? cools.
Mourn as a nation, rule as a mob. Kill for an insult so slight. The further they plummet, the blinder they are. Each one believing they're right. . I'm the monster, I exist.
Curse this insatiable weakness of ours. That crawls through us ever so slight. And dulls our sensations as deep as they are. They're born in the blink of an eye.
I dream about stars here. I dream about bringing you a parade. We read foreign papers. Pretend were hiding from an air raid. . But I can't know. Why I always stutter.
Stay calm, stay calm*. Relax your limbs gently float to earth. Hear the laughing of the Inland Sea. And know your mind is where you're meant to be. Wake up, wake up.
Looking back in time. Through verses set in nursery rhyme. At oil painted eyes. Of muses left behind. I swear I know not why. Those eyes have always left me dry.
The shape of your head is a twist of the truth. The skulls on these walls, are they connected to you?. The stars are like eyes climbing out of a mist.
There, but for the grace of our Gods go you and I*. Down roads none dare to follow. Sands buried the graves of our former lives. Smile and wave and let them go.
You're a gargoyle, on this building top.. With your teeth bared, and your claws sharp and ready.. You have seen me, walking, in hatred,. With the sidewalks wet, beneath my feet..
Well I had a dream that I received a prophecy. Predictions and vision to be written by me. But I didn't want them to come true, I was afraid. So I decided to run away.
New horizons, unclaimed lands. Await us beyond the walls of our cantoment. (I'll return to the Far Pavilions). You can't let it get you down. You were raised on the edge of this unnamed ghost town.
With you're fake, fake eyes,. Are you blinded to me?. GG - cold in the house,. A butterfly knife in the south. Scotch on your rocks,. You're sexless, like Sid,.
Wasting away the better part of the day. In the bus on the docks of the UK. We walked down the street on that all Hallows Eve. But couldn't wait to get back to the US of A.