A veil of darkness rest upon my shoulder. I reign and serve and obedient beholder. Cause the shadows are my hearts domain. and where I wander. . I have returned to the land of decase.
Well, I went to see my Doctor,. I said, "Doc, I can't pay my bills!. The rent's all spent,. The truck's got a dent,. And I think I'm gettin' the chills.
Like a nomad,. in the subconscious realms. Of the beyond.. The night is old,. Yet I still seek peace.. Restless drifting,. The dark corridors. In the unknown chambers of the mind..
It was already New Year's Eve again. And we were living other people's lives. Letting days go by. We were cold and disconnected. We were helplessly. Watching everything from the outside.
The truth is hidden. In the cold dark water. In the drowning of procedure. The flesh gets slaughtered. Stripped from mortality. Into gleams of death. Torn from reality.
The kids are disco dancing. They're tired of rock and roll. I try to tell them "hey that drum machine ain't got no soul". But they don't want to listen no.
A cryptic slaughter by hate. Darkness is the only survivor. As evil dominion terminate. . Behind the sealed door. To imagination. I sense the voices of devastation.
I know a couple jokes. But none as funny as the truth. I know some good folks. And some of them are just like you. I'll wear the right shoes. So I can outrun everyone.
O'Darkness my master and mentor.. Witness the blood I shed.. Victorious dreamlike death I enter.. Floating the streams so red.. . Destruction is the jewel of the black heart..
Anything could happen as we make our way home from the club. We could both be flattened by a Double Decker city bus. Otherwise a perfect night. If were not dead before it ends.
I was born for roamin,. Guess I always will.. I wonder if it's greener. On the far side of the hill.. . Look down, look down yonder,. There's earth and green and sky..
Thought are tyrants. That always return. To rape and torment the heart. As darkness sweeps. The face of Earth. I enter the chambers. Of bleeding art. .
You! You are a disaster. You are a master of the fine art. The fine art of falling apart. . How'd you manage to stab yourself in the back?. How'd you get your arms to bend back like that?.
Decorated in lights and surrounded by traffic cones. There was a car crashed wrapped around a telephone. Pole with a soft layer of fire fighter's chemical foam.
I cross dimensions unseen to ride on the axis of dreams. As I drift on through the dark corridors of post mortem. The only light in the darkness. Is the flame that burns.
In sarcophagus sleep embraced by night so mystic deep. Through my minds I see from the grace of clairvoyancy. Into the secret garden of disharmonia. Black antique chambers of morbid euphoria.
Times are getting hard boys. Money's getting scarce. Times don't get no better boys. Gonna leave this place.. . Take my true love by her hand. Lead her through the town.
Hallowed be the darkness that coronates my soul. Deep within its shelter I seek my highest goals. I shall release what is conquered. From which that I now posses.
When I came home the other night about a quarter to three,. There was a Cadillac in the carport where my Volkswagen ought to be.. I said to my wife, "Now, Darling, explain this thing to me..