maybe it's just my randomly firing synapses,. but I think about nothing but you as time passes.. I'm no home run hitter, but I'll still step up to bat,.
Dear Uncle Creepy, it's been years. Morbid fantasy exterminate my childhood fears. Some of the crap that's out these days. Is such a bore to me!. Dear Uncle Creepy.
This is our weekend, just me and my car. Suited up for Saturday, to cruise the boulevard. I'm riding out on a street full of strangers. Looking at them look at me.
fell asleep in the van. with a crick in my neck and a yearning in my brain. making myself homesick looking at your photograph. i do the best that i can to keep myself in check.
Kirottu oli se piv jolloin min sinut tapasin. Jlkeenpin kaikki on selv, tiedn sinusta koko. totuuden. . Kerto I: Hei nyrkill tapettava huora, on aika tullut kuolla.
Someone's always following me. Someone's always in my dreams. Scary men with butcher knives. Assume reality to take my life. Why can't they bug someone else?.
Your life is in danger.... Beware of the cannibal whores. Keep your distance from the uncivilised humans. Observe their daily ritual of desvration and dismemberment.
...your castles are burning.... . So you're the king of the action. You want to have it all. But I say your headed for a fall. You're like a man on a mission.
Satanic sonic attack. Barbaric holocaust. Given birth by fire. Atomic fucking meltdown. The end is at hand. Go get fucked!. Nuclear metal attack. Attack is imminent.
Some summer sunday. drifting between sleep and waking. your absence brought me to. Sick feelings filled me. slowly remembering the bitterness of the final kiss,.
Welcome ladies and gentlemen. Welcome to the world of Hollywood. It's the land of opportunity. Be like the movie stars, rock stars. Play with the rich and famous.
Returned from the hunt, armed to the teeth. Return triumphant to my village, my village is asleep. The cool night air inspires me, my lust I can't control.
World gone to hell or so they claim. I don't give a fuck, I don't fucking care. I do as I please, I have my own rules. I carry my burn marks, scars really proud.
I was crossing the line one too many times. I was living on the run. Turning my face from the scene of the crime. When I saw the smoking gun. Day after day I tried to find a new way.
When you're lost inside the dead of night. You can hear the city rage. Another one kills and another one dies. And another one shares the pain. . See the murder and the rape and a cop on the take.
By sick fate we are born. They should have used condoms. Everything is being blamed on us. Mistakes, their fuck-ups. . Weight of the world on shoulders.
The bleak sun rises through the smog stained clouds. The day begins in a very somber way. The stench of the dead in the Manchester morgue. The stench of sterilized deacay....
When you choose the path of vengeance. Be prepared to sacrifice everything on the way. Keep the flame of hate burning forever. Do not hold back at all for the cause.
(Do you fear evil?). . Rich man looking down his nose at you. He's got the good life and you get abused. The Lazarus syndrome is in your face. Sores on your back, begging at the gate.