Wake up with caffeine on the floor again. I think I need some more. A long day awaits as we contemplate. The late night and call for more. . Back it up, is that you?.
I like it when you go "oh,oh" you've got that diamond ring "oh,no" and you think your so "oh,oh" You better watch out before you walk right through me, while you licking your lips and making room for that gangster swing. Do you really think it's happening?.
Something's changing. I feel. I see. Tearing me to dust. Stillborn laughter. My master is here. . How do I know?. Undertow tells me so. Down I go. . Hard-eyed mirrors.
The mist has covered my eyes. And whispers of sleep in my ear. The past has been swept off my hands. But I still remember your name. . So lull me to sleep in your arms.
Turn, turn. Let the rosegrove burn. Turn, turn. Watch the flies and learn. Turn, turn. Grinding it down. Turn, turn. Make it go on. . Sleep tight, wait long.
On the eleventh day. He reached out his hand. And made the sign of parting. Spoke the words of taking leave. And of never going back. . To breathe the air of dreams.
Oh, it's really alluring. These mortal sins of the flesh. I never toy with amusement. And I have no time for repent. . Down over my head. Silence, nothing unpleasant has been said.
The traitor's mark. I see myself through read, dead eyes. I make myself this prison. For Babylon the time has come. This time I'm sure you'll listen. .
.....and when the ocean washed me up onto you shore, was I then saved?. Oh, loveable liar. You whispered tales to me at night, but how come you never gave them voice?.
Where do you go?. I don't know. . Cold carbon air. Breathing out filth. Breathing in burning blue. Nothing breaks me now. . Go!. . Let my hands go. . Go!.
A daring step. The waiting crowd. A hungry child. must learn to bow. . Yes, this is all the bitter truth. The gritty sand beneath your feet. The taste of failure on your mouth.
Sonatine for the desired one. You make my blood boil. You make me real. You show me what my life could be. . You make my eyes burst with stinging joy.
This is all yours if you want it. My sick landscape, dry and fevered. My survival and the hunger. Growing older in a heartbeat. . You took us by surprise.
Silence has already spoken. They have all failed to hold their chairs. Shame left its print on their faces. Muted and perfectly there. And so am I. . Rust, cleansing in harm.
Send him from this land, he's bleeding. A display of pain worn as a crown. . Are you strong?. Are you worthy?. . Are you pure?. Are you clean and wholesome?.
I am so sorry. I've made amends. I've kept my peace and bent my neck. I know the pattern, I know the sound. and I have twisted it around. The chance to speak passed me by.
Heaven knows I've not been good to you. Heaven knows I've not been true to you. Wasn't nice to cut you up. Wasn't nice to make you bleed. . So much time and so much love.
Oh, little figures that toil under weather and sun. Your backbreaking labor is earning you nothing but hopes undone. Here nothing is sacred; what pride there is left will not hold.
Remake. . Here I am in Necropolis. Run my fingers down my spine. Beneath my feet a thousand ruins. Coming here in my own time. . Here I am and here I'm staying.
[See these bleeding hands that you left to dry. Your garden is stolen, your flowers died. Bow to your own deeds, bow down in shame. May the woods have mercy on your soul].