Everyone down on the floor. No sudden moves and lock the door. I've got this feeling I'm chasing. I'll never rest until I find it. . I've been plotting away.
Hint number one is. Five letters inscribed over. The lips of eyeless woman. Asking me for needles and a thread. . To sew her head together again. . Oh, swollen anthill sore.
If you want to find me, I'll be lost. Lost in your circuitry, the only home for me. Not unlike, Heavenly, pulsating, moistening. Infinite holy mystery.
I hear a voice speakin' softly amidst the breathin'. An invitation to a place where hearts are beatin'. To a place where your dreams are made. Where songs are played.
Right. . So let your face consume my mind, right. Let your face consume my mind, right. So let your face consume my mind, right. Let your face consume my mind.
I stalked serenity with blind obsession. and found possession as I lost control. The secret vice that proclaimed my freedom. is now a slavery that's all my own.
Desires in conquest to murder her, maim her. Progress possession in blackmail entrails to. Pursuit your end for regret with shame no end to shade. Bait her in comfort complete then move to kill.
Verse 1. You caught me on my way to destroy stages. You stopped me, bitter-faced, to ask me this:. "Yo, I don't understand your agitation.. Why can't you write a track that's sensitive?".
Caught in the middle is my mind. Caught in the middle is my mind. . One side of me you love, one side of me. You love, you love one side of me. You love, you love one side of me.
I am the sickle come to raze your fields. I am the messenger sent hellbent on your forever sleep. I am machete come to separate. I come to disconnect and sever the nape of your authority.
Obsolete, obsolete, we're so obsolete. . Sleep soundly in silence knowing that we. Will never return to what we once were. What was now is a distant memory.
Another day in the hurt. Another grope in the search. Another shove with a smirk. Once more treading, running, pleading, pushing onto. Another bridge through the mist.
So little of what seems to be. Is ever really there. So much of what's here I resent. I am a demagogue. Born of eternal flaw. Forever just a memory my friend.
Trace the chalk and seize the day so. Those old habits never pass away. Commemorate the conception with. The children's debt the retribution. . Deaf to self and mute to mind to find.
Trace the chalk and seize the day so. Those old habits never pass away. Commemorate the conception with. The children's debt the retribution. . Deaf to self and mute to mind to find.
You were conceived on a storyboard. In an uptown high-rise. Where your celebrity born. From obscurity. . Oh, keep screaming!. . And the list keeps growing.
Inner sanctum, don't you want to see?. I still feel the change inside of me. Into candlelight, 'hind the barricades. In cellar and cave I will bathe in flame.
Hand over your city to me.. I am the name of all you profane, drop the gates!. Drop the gates!. As your culture's erased from history.. . Rain on the towers and slay all the living and blaze the embankments and raze every suburb.
Been swallowing my debris. Without a trace of dignity. I'm living a fallacy. And been holding tight to all I can't keep. . One memory, one memory. This time's the last I'll second guess.
For too long cast aside, stripped of dignity, opportunity. Countless sleepless days in underestimation. But under these anxious, darkening heavens. No word goes unheard.