L'erreur et l'espoir. Arrogance. Irrvrencieux. Nocbo. Irrvrencieux. . Nous jetons au Monde notre irrvrence. En pillant les miroirs de vos difices. O la vie en soi est impossible.
MAKE ME AN ISLAND. Different eyes, different sights, different girls every day.. Different names, different games took my breath clean away.. But I'm changed, rearranged, I'm enlightened and how.
Will I wake from this dream tonight. Will I be able to follow tomorrow. Is there a chance this will be alright. Will I be able to follow tomorrow. I don't think I can.
L'essence de la vie n'est que contradiction. Souffles tes cierges avant de baillonner tes enfants. Que ta descendance s'eteigne comme une braise de sang.
LULLABY OF BIRDLAND. Lullaby of Birdland, that's what I. always hear when you sigh.. Never in my wordland. could there be ways to reveal. in a phrase how I feel..
As this landing illuminates. Cold and pushed away(pushed away). Where are we. Laughing ourselfs in one hundred years of poison. Awaiting winter old. Before you, I am pending what could be.
The triumph of boredom in everyday life carries the wounded back to the front line. These starving men will fill your cities and bring their broken dreams to market.
Through churning waters and midnight skies. This ship has sailed one too many times. To reach a land of dreams. Where no sole nor soul has set. Where footprints leave no name.
To the desillusion of life. You loved us but we betrayed. Your reliance in coming by. Through you as a misanthrope of trumpery. . Unwittingly how to leave.
Out of the past, fall the bodies. That have come before me. Following your path. They're just slaves, in need of life. . No ending in sight. The rape of another lover.
Listen - trapped again. Love on a lead is what you need. Love on a leash is what you wish. Love on a tightrope is what you get. Love on a steep slope you ain't seen nothing yet.
Butcher. Give us all you've got. Give us anything at all. Throw everything that's real. Into this bottomless abyss. Butcher. How much will you consume and how much will you take away?.
How could I justify this. I can make anything alright. But what do you know about sacrifice. You are no lamb. Any man a creep. Any man deserving. Any man.
Come on, come on. She was a waitress she looked real tine. The little temptress was so divine. A symphony of cheap perfume and pretty stale red wine. She can wait upon my table anytime.
Attached to evil. . Asylum of ravaged lunatics, expert in sexual duties. Nailed to the wall of torture. Prototype of sexual plasma D.N.A. Strict and boutifull.
Sleepwalking through our spoon-fed lives. As evidence of times before. In chapters long forgotten. The rotting tombs of history are written by the victors.
Rupture with a dominate world. Decision to forget their eminent spoken words. Starvation on the human race. Beyond soul sins phosphorated. . Lived by hate end was near.