cowardice households turn to torture. the waking time is low. inbetween the cut from top to bottom of control. a many taste vents screaming blindface at the real disease.
cowardice muscles turn to torture. the waking time is low. inbetween the cut from top to bottom of control. a many taste vents screaming blindface at the real disease.
Long sleeved in the summer. Again in our gray shirts. Leaning against cinderblock walls. We even hide from the other prey. . But as soon as the lioness comes.
in bed i smile. who's scared of dust. whose ways had tempted you afar. the twist in this. was fear alive. it took the stars to show me. . i am for the kiss king.
Really real crouches in descending patterns. Really real crouches in descending patterns. Light brigade fracture pain and pleasure. Left and right crosses the street of friction.
Certain things fascinate me. First I went blind and then the sun went out. The way you hold a match so steady. How heaven is collapsing under so much joy.
Such the delicate locust without your wings. Have you ceased to threaten me. A hundred knifing later there's so much blood. . So little of anything else for you.
Hey Christina I'm not bitter, hey.. Hope it's pouring on your wedding day,. and floods you marquee.. . Hope you lose your car at Ikea.. Hope you never find a comfortable bra..
Oh, I love the way you touch my balls. My balls are stars and even mine. I'm satisfied to be a star. My balls are stars and even mine. . [Incomprehensible].
I am content in the wooden half of ventriloquism. With fingers up the back of my shirt. Sifting through the well-camouflaged. Maggots flakes of your urine taste.
TAke a look outside because I'm walking on glass. Thin ice in the future or a voice from the past. Forsaken dreams decaying in the four-way zone. Better look outside because I'm coming alone.
Hips, tits, lips, power. Hips, tits, lips, power. Hips, tits, lips, power. Hips, tits, lips, power. This one truly deserves to be on every British hit list.
do you know how i feel when i'm alive?. it's kinda like you giving me sex. and you know no one gives me sex. [we like to bump...hey we like to bump]. [we like to bump...hey we like to bump].
[Stooges cover]. . Huh!. down on the street. where the faces shine.. floatin' around i'm. a real low mind.. see a pretty thing - ain't no wall.. see a pretty thing - ain't no wall..
GO! Indiscriminate pain. GO! No feeling. GO! Time crawls away. GO! Wait up on the man. GO! (undecipherable german snarls) X4. GO! To tally a jay line.
fuck it up, pigface [shonen knife]. fuck it up, pigface }. fuck it up, pigface } [x9]. fuck it up, pigface }. fuck it up }. fuck it up...fuck it up fuck it up.
Single-file lemmings prepare the mandate in effect. Simply a testament to our gullibility. Each pull of the lever lends credibility. To an institution which we can only repaint never reconstruct.
To enter your thoughts for just a few seconds. As your pick their faith from your teeth. The obscene dance of your memories. . What you touched and what you tore irreparably.
can i steal your mind?. can i crawl down inside?. and when i am your child. can i feed in your eye?. can i drink the air in your lungs?. and can i breath your sweet thick blood?.
i pulled my teeth to make you watch. steal your breath and you can catch it. like a red *?* in wet black mud. it's just a bad case of bad bad blood. two steps forward it's three steps back.