To walk the night. To feel no love. To know the touch of another kiss. Never more. . To walk the night. To forever roam. To escape inside cool darkness alone.
The shift starts, your spine stiffens. You break out in a cold, cold sweat. Then the muscular convulsions tear at your brain. Leaving you snarling and snapping at air.
Now I am five, now I have turned five. I'll be with the big kids at school. No more mom and dad, I've got to act cool. . Not all smiling faces, not all open arms.
There's a baby. In a meat slicer. On the kitchen table, half done up. Quite low. Broken Madonna. Decaying, cracked. On my toilet cover. Oh oh oh oh!. There's a hungry duration.
Is there a need for advertising me. I might be a pigeon but I'm whole. I've got this crazy notion, I can get there for free. This one's for sale. . Everybody's criticizing.
There is a human slaughterhouse. Up on the hill, the road is red. And those who ignore. And those who pretend. It does not exist. End up in its hall. .
Old steel factory casting shadows. What it meant to me no one could know. Kept him away from me and I was grateful. And to the bar across the street where he made last call.
Your pain is nothing dreamed. All pain is one. Your birth among the mind. It leaves such a lesion. . Do you really want love?. Do you really care?. You feel this hungry suffering.
Alone again, alone again. Alone again, you've been avoiding me. You've been ignoring me. Oh, what did I do to deserve all this from you?. . You make yourself so hard to find.
Go. . Salt the dead, you close the veil. The changer of shapes alone on hooves. Autumn's cold brings the pagan dead. Who seek the warmth of the Samhain fire.
When we wake up. This World is nothing as it seems. When we break up. We lose control bizarre insanity. . And when we cry. Just scream for help (but) there`s no one there for me.
I'm as doomed as doomed that be, you know. Now that's a pain that's gonna linger. Oh, give me a break, this is my luckiest of lucky days. I'm going completely mental I must say.
Night calls on summer's end. Dark aspect, breed divine. Knee-deep, the blood of swine. Come season, come reborn. . November coming fire. Samhain grim, Samhain grim.
Your pain is nothing dreamed. All pain is one. Your birth among the mind. It leaves such a lesion. . Do you really want love?. Do you really care?. You feel this hungry suffering.
four hundred of my closest friends forgotten names that I pretend to know it hasn been that long so how youe been you look the same remember when the doughboys played at gilman and they broke up on your lawn I wish it could always be like this is something Ie been missing it not too late to change what youe become the last time I saw everyone we buried our friend and his gun I think he be happy here right now don be jaded I don want to spend another long and lonely weekend by the phone without anyone to call Ie had a lot of time to think and I so tired of thinking I know why he put that bullet in his skull.
Sitting in one corner, don't know what to think. I can't speak, I sink little deeper with every drink. I try to sleep, I shut my eyes. Like a leaky faucet fear floods the room.
Mother of mercy. Let me crawl on your bathroom floor. Mother of mercy. Let my will ebb into your house. Mother of mercy. I haven't done this for such a long time.
There's a baby in a meat slicer. On the kitchen table, half done up. Quite low, broken Madonna. Decaying, cracked on my toilet cover. . Go, go, go, go.