Airports lines. I wish it was summertime. But it's Sunday night. And flight five-five-seven's arrived. . She tells me. She's filled buildings with history.
Farewell, typewriter. Now you've gone away. Over dramatic and underfed. To visions unheard of in any bed. . I checked my mailbox, but you weren't inside.
She looks like an actress who's late for an audition. Is she Catholic or Jewish or the Devil?. Half-Catholic, half-Jewish or the Devil. . And I'd like to see her wrapped around me.
Lyrics : JB Music : MT. I believe only the real. Walk through life in what. I feel. Living life from day to day. What is wrong what is right. Who's to say.
It's too nice to breathe. And I was feeling dirty 'til now. Now witness me silent. Now I've got over thirty. . Good reasons to live. It's too nice to breathe.
I'm not trapped in your. I'm not trapped in your. I'm not trapped in your. Executive slacks. . I can't be your. I can't work as. I can't be your. Executive slave.
Marching to death's bell. Descending into hell. Judgement day is near. & you fate is dear. . March to die, die, die, die. Take my mind & soul. Countless heads will roll.
Ooh, met you in the summer. In the summer wave. Ooh, but little have you come. Why'd you come my way?. . Let's make a plan that let's us both win. And wear a shady grin.
I'm not a type and you know I really want you. I'm waiting for the doors to close so I can really show you. You're interior is playing with my insides.
Please forgive, for they know not what they've done. And if they did, they'd surely resurrect their trust. Promises were made to break and the family kept its end.
Music : MT Lyrics : JB. Holy Hell, Death to us. Satan fell, unholy lust. Devil's Water, Starts to Flood. God is Slaughtered, drink his blood. Our Bonding, trust is at hand.
Everyone I know. Is trying to get into this show. Everybody is a fucking liar. Time and time again. Whoever's in the room is your friend. Everybody is a fucking liar.
Music : MT Lyrics : JB. Decieving angel full of hate. Outcasts will rebel. Below the crust, the dark kingdom. Also known as Hell. Fallen angel distrusts god.
Behind, beneath, below a certain level of intoxication. Hidden like a joyful bundle, prisoner of inebriation. . If you had the chance, would you realize.
Music : MT Lyrics : JB. Solo : MT. When you wake up in the night. And you stare into the dark. Your eyes will scream for sight. Evil left its mark. You'll be looking all above.
Ah, this could have been Enewetak. Stressed, embattled, irradiated, evacuated. And something's on in those isles. A foreign power said. . Ah, this could have been Enewetak.
Sacred pictures. With which she will foretell her future. Expert witness. A wound that wont believe in sutures. . 'Cause shes earlier than expected. A little premature Madonna.
Music : MT Lyrics : JB. Arise from the dead and attack from the grave. The killing won't stop until first light. We'll bring you to hell because we want to enslave.