Crashed!. They were sisters in fortune;. the serpents they struck them at the darkest of nights.. . Two ships sharing a gravesite,. homogenized like a pile of bones..
Write me a song I can sing all year long, and that'll send me to sleep. When there's no one beside me that I need, and the trees have all lost their leaves.
Dismember me,. For I can't bare to lose you.. . Your hands around my throat.. Attempted strangulation.. Forced without reprieve upon my neck.. . This pain that plagues my mind shall slowly fade..
You led the way to off-white walls. and wooden floors and open doors. and birds and birds and birds. and all with dusty backs. among these books all leather-jacketed.
Take it away, make it OK, I want to loose everything here in this grave. I was born here I know, but this isn't my home. Bury it and all the things pulling me down.
The stench of charred remains,. cascades outward,. draining life from,. huddled masses.. Black out their names.. forget their faces.. without a trace,.
A nation of cowards.. Our ideals betrayed.. Tides of injustice.. Traitors to ourselves.. . Offer my entrails. as sacrifice to your God,. and then imagine.
Feet don't slip beneath me now, careful as I walk around. Gingerly 'cause I'm on ice. I didn't see the season change, looked up and saw nothing the same.
I wish that I didn't need to say that I didn't bleed. . Open eyes, see my sores, steady mind, I'm not too sure. It's easier just locking doors. . A toy doll, not much to say, or so you thought anyway.
Rotting and bloated,. the corpses pile up,. another sign of what we all have in store.. Your good intentions will not lead you anywhere.. Signals are useless,.
There are few things worse than letters never sent. Words can starve to death if they never leave the page. Leave the page for someone. . He was ready to free himself from his cage, and forget all the things.
And you feel empty in a different way. You rest, it's time to sleep, the end of the day. Leave your brushes in an empty cup. So hard to catch on, then you found it stuck.
Hey look, I'm not weighed down. As I walk through. The glowing wheat fields churning on the ground. As all the ravens fly away. They leave nothing. But the sun and endless blue day.
I flew out to the island and the storm blew off the sea. I took a flock and rode the wind and nested in the trees. The barren grass and sand dunes, an altar to the lost.
Love conquers all well that was my thinking. Started out on my own old connections'll need relinking. At this point in your life there's somewhere expected for you to be.
You never dreamt. That things could get any better. Or life was good. Or got it together. You smoked and slept. And stayed in your room. Head on the pillow.
What are you hiding from me? What are you hiding. Beneath the leaves that color you, and all the things that make you what you feel?. The sun ain't inviting I know, the sun ain't inviting.
Tangible excitement was engulfing you all and moving the ball. Explaining that commotion makes a mockery of the law that it solves. . And you find you're repositioned.
Ferdinand the Bull. Oh there once lived a bull a magnificent bull. In a pasture near old Barcelona. He would romp and hed play through the flowers all day.