Tunnels. From the open fields they beckon us. Tunnels. As the rains fall down they cover us. . I knew my time had come to run where I had never run. Without the warmth of the sun.
Save your last prayers. come down to meet me here. lower yourself to my level. let your hate be free. see yourself. and what we've become. a lower form of life.
This place is hell to me and I can never get no sleep. There's a devil in my bed with me who's talk is cheap. You feel like heaven to me all I want to do is sleep.
What was will never be the same. when all is burnt away. in this, the fire of my soul. can you see, where I lost it all. . Can you help me. to gather all the pieces.
Too soon, you slipped away. Those doors opened once again. My friend I miss you so. But you left something here below. . Today, through meadows of our minds.
I see her coming filled in her disease. Don't bother runnin', she sees me. Her smile is thick, so sick there ain't no cure. I never wanna be just like her, no.
All the time I wasted. hasting from one to another. never seeing, what was laid before me. now time has slipped away from my hands. And here I stand, at the end of time.
A break of the day. shines upon me again. here in my hide. where I will not be found. I hide from the world. from the accusing eyes. Silent forever. I lay still hoping for a better day....
You say I'm angry, I guess I should be. Because it makes me happy. My mind is creepy, I guess it could be. Depends on what you ask me. . (You are my).
Let me introduce myself in case me never met. An exorcism of the throat for those who crave burlesque. Erotic dreams are drowned in dreams but I'm still wide awake.
Will you come to me. for the one last time?. Would you hold me. this deformed body. Will you wipe away my tears. so shameful.... . Help me! Save me!. From myself, once again.
drunk with sin. she sits in her skin. filled with anger. fuelled by liquer. drowns in dreams. with no savior. from the truth. none can save her. he is her own personal jesus.
Should the sun hurt my eyes. Then should I close them. Should I seek hide from under. Under soothing rock so heavy. . Beneath the world will I hide. till the end.
Hey, the Christmas curtain falls. On lawbreakers that pave the way. For thoughtless folks like me and J who'd pay. But can't afford the finer things in life so we heist them all.
Just another saddened day break, again. Where ever I lay my weary look. I see memories, memories of pain. in remembrance of this hell, I wake again. .
God wants to heal cancer.... Christians are commanded alcohol.. is good!.... evasion of crutches you partake of the dust of the ground.... I know some of you are frightened about it....
Yes, it's true, I've got demons inside me. And sometimes they need to speak. My dark places make me feel ugly. My lips are glossed but my heart is weak.
So Much Goin On These Days - Forget About Instinct - It's Not What Pays.. Pleasure - Up And Down My Smile:. 1. A Carton Of Eggs Think. 2. It's All Worthwhile..
This is not an exit, this is not an exit. I need to feel something, American Psycho. My confession means nothing. . Abandon all hope ye who enter here.
So much goin' on these days. Forget about instinct, it's not what pays. Pleasure, up and down my smile. A carton of eggs think, it's all worthwhile. .