Running all the time and knowing time is running out. And knowing all that time's about. Dreaming all those dreams so evil,. so evil are the dreams we dreamt tonight.
Sunday night's a perfect night to mow some neighbor's lawn. And I'm drunk and at the helm before too long. And Chris will gladly ride shotgun navigating seems like fun.
Come night comes shadows to your side. Come night comes every tear you've cried. Come night so comes your time to see. . Come night comes hatred to my heart.
Now I go there more and more. Never been there so before. Can go no more. . Now I take them one by one. There comes two for each one done. Can't take them all.
Friday night's the perfect night to mow some neighbor's lawn. And Dave is drunk and at the helm before too long. And Chris will gladly ride shotgun, 'cause navigating seems like fun.
Burn beacon fires, blow horns of doom. Sinister ascendancy, death's coming soon. . We shall take the fire everywhere. And all our enemies shall burn, yeah.
Hey chief, how's the status puddle?. Is it hard to hold your bad breath?. How's the picture-perfect likeness?. Nice frame for the way you see yourself..
Vague shadows, purple toned sky. Full moon and nightbirds on my mind. Cloud demons with wands of doom. Chanting lines of solitude. . Boogie bubble refrain.
I hate my friends, I hate my friends. I hate my, I hate my. I hate my, I hate my. I hate my friends, I hate my friends. . Two in the morning here I am turning blue.
I met a blackbird flying south tonight, I looked into her eyes tonight. I saw her wings were getting tired, still looking for the light. There is evil on the way, it will come with break of day.
Hi it's, me i'm bored again, all is well i'm not insane. I've been drunk for seven days, everything is fine. I made some friends, broke the ice, then i ate some bread and cheese.
Closed the door to the world below. Where demons sleeps and the evil grows. But when night falls, and shadows grow long. They'll enter through from the world of beyond.
I've been living for years in question some obsession. was i less to live without answers as a life cried. wolf i'm ashamed to mention my anguish but silence.
Closed the door to the world below. Where demons sleep and evil grows. But when night falls, and shadows grow long. They'll enter from the world of beyond.
We used to watch them fall and we saw them. distraught but the attention that they got it. surrounds them for years we watched them enslaved. and we could only laugh what a loser what a shame.
If I was a moon then would I be missed. If I slept through the night just for a change. Or kept in a cauldron where I could never ask why. Wouldn't it be strange, it's hard to say.
A road into shadows, on through haunted meadows. A road so old, so dark, the trail where the damned walk. As only darkness cares, I choose to wander here.
As you sat on the bed. Moments from your end. Inconceivable dread. Inches from your head. I can't bear to imagine you. In that horror scene. One too sad to be.
Great cosmos, eternal ocean. Spring forth now colder motions. Break dawn now, break new day. Sweet, silent, colder changes. . Lay still night in the forest.
They make your bed, don't they. Long ago they fought and died for faith - what's changed ?. It's said that we've acquired tolerance to build more bridges.