Suck, suck, suck. There is no God up in the sky tonight. No sign of heaven anywhere in sight. . All that was true is left behind. Once I could see, now I am blind.
Suck, suck, suck. There is no God up in the sky tonight. No sign of heaven anywhere in sight. . All that was true is left behind. Once I could see, now I am blind.
[i'm not sure about most of the lyrics to this one, it shouldn't be too. hard to find the correct ones at a Connelly homepage or something]. the sound of secrets.
U dubini modre ume,medved je organizovao bal,. bie to proslava njegovog buenja iz dubokog zimskog sna,. dolaze visoke zvanice,ugledni stanari ume,. stiu visoki predstavnici aplji visoke noge,.
Stitched together into this beautiful monster animated by starlight.. Pose like a fashion corpse and shed your denim skin my love.. It is just a skull full of chlorine in the septic tank..
It's up in the middle of something(?). And I wait my time too much. And I tell my *?* to down. *?* than life. *?* to life. I'll tell my *?* to down. Sweet...Can't lose it.
Blood [x7]. Slut [x4]. Blood Pain [x8]. Blood [x2]. Blood Pain [x2]. Blood. Can't hurt me. No you can't....
In this two bedroom tomb. I'm sitting all alone. With the television static. And refrigerator drone. . I'm waiting for those blessed arms. That seem to wrap around me.
Seven words and just one riff!. (repeat). ?it's the only one we've got, we know it's hot?. Seven words and just one riff. (or, the alternative Denver show lyrics, sung by Ogre:.
White lightning man. Kill the night. Bring the light for those who need to hide. When your glowing known he stills the cold. In psychic heat begin to fall apart.
Fingerprints on my eyes like ten tiny maps to heaven. Or ten rogue angels torching the house of God. I fell something pressing against my kidneys. Maybe a pair of wings, maybe the ghost of a bullet.
Can you see?. It's coming towards me. Can you see?. It's heading towards. Can you see?. It's coming on down from the skies above. Can you see...The Lord?.
you only outride the same outside. and be refused by entry, cut down high. you'll be beside yourself, and criminal elements dig. the underground that stalemate to thyself the plane outside.....
entrenched in a cult where you are assured that two and two is five. your twisted crosses and perverted religions cannot mask what is simply a holy war.
Before It's Too Late [Martin & Ogre]. ahh ahh [Connelly]. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------.
maudlin idea of government abolition noble in intention absurb in lack of. realism mirage of a sinister brain. trust our denial and desperation. force it.
I've seen the best minds of. my generation running on empty,. super glued to the T.V.,. dreaming of prosperity,. talking incessantly. saying nothing. sleeping on platforms on train stations.
i was a codependant alcoholic bitch and then i became. hold me in your arms i wanna feel your disease. turn the machines on high i sleep better when they scream.
Quixotic concept of examining foreign cultures. As opportunities for brotherhood and mutual cultivation. Instinctual xenophobia initiates conflict subjugation.