She worked so hard for Hollywood. Papers signed at immigration. Left her country and home for good. Last destination. . *Tonight I will fly. This night I will fly.
It was a moment of clarity,. we lost in the cold.. In the landslide we buried. a part of my soul.. . I'm leaving behind. What was already there,. just a fictional time.
[music - Leon del Muerte]. [lyrics - Sean McGrath]. . Impacted tissue is riddled with clots. Morbidly studying your gross anatomy. Perinium is sullied with moldering pus.
Firestorm - genocide. Kill them all before they kill you. Radiation - overkill. Apocalyptic truth of the year one (666). . Ghettoblaster, megatron, kill!.
Living alone, body shaking. Cars outside they're singing their songs. The candles wave and I get to thinking. How people see things and deal with them in different ways.
We are functional, we are efficient. We are prepared and self sufficient. And we only destroy for the greater good. So you can be free to consume more as you should.
It doesn't really matter to the kid any more. No it doesn't really matter at all. It doesn't really matter to the kid any more. No it doesn't, doesn't, doesn't.
The poetry of this hangover. I don't want to think, not hard anyway. The scenery and fish, they're bad. Take another breath, another look and swallow.
[music - Andrew LaBarre]. [lyrics - Ross Sewage]. . A liturgist in the realm of filth and gore. Augean bard of sculapian deviance. Fables I've made, sick stories I've parlayed.
Mountains collapsing, shores on flames. Islands drowning, humanity fades. CHORUS 1:. Genocide - What we need is. Genocide - All must die. Scum being raped, scum being killed.
every morning on the evening news. I hear the same ol' story someone singing the blues. disaster striking out and you're not ready. California quakes and the Midwest floods.
in the streets of San Francisco up in Washington, D.C.. there's a movement that's crossing all the lines. while we speed into the future,. the deceiver plants the seeds.
Your words disguise what you're feeling now. But I've seen that look in your eyes before. Though you don't want to admit it to me. I feel the disappointment I have caused you.
Urgh!. . Centuries ago,. Born of whore,. Jesus Christ,. Filthy homo,. Crucified fuck,. Millions follow,. Blinded mind,. Minds!. . False Jehova, you will obey me,.
It's just a thing with you. A spacious place. Infinite. Dangerous. Promising. Black with white. This night. Years of tears, emotion. Held like so... inside.
In the silence of the night, can you hear the cries?. Can you feel suffering?. . In the eyes of young America, the tears begin to fall. The streets are filled with predators and broken hearts.
I'm trying to hold on. But I'm losing ground. Drifting towards the edge. As it all comes down. I'm giving in. There is no answer. Falling down within.
Silver lights burning eyes. Ultraviolent hellish cries. Deep red flashes blistering skies. Fallout theory in practise. The great mushroom never lies. Roaring thunder cracking earth.
[music - Sean McGrath]. [lyrics - Ross Sewage]. . My temple subjected to third world rigors. Mites, lice, and chiggers. Fcal particulates undermining hygeine.