I was once in love with her. And I swore that it would last. I could not stand to hang around. When I saw that it was past. . I turned my radio on, packed the car with all I owned.
I have everything I need. Innocent victims. They don't exist, who told you this?. Outfit the nation with a blindfold. And a crucifix. . Infinite wisdom.
Take a rigid allegiance to all that gleams,. to all that glitters and shines in the blood of machines.. For all that take solace in antiquity,. take your phantoms and cast them away, curse them to waste..
Let go, it's a hard, hard lesson to learn. Let go, it's a very hard lesson you learn. . Like a blind man run down a highway. Is a very good friend of mine.
I thought about the end today. The final chapter, the last take. Ending what is here and what is now. And all there is to come. . No hope for tomorrow, for today.
Another night begins, and I fear the worst.. They know where you are, and who you have been.. I don't believe the badges that hide the inner beast, that hide the evil of those within..
All the world is lying, sleeping. Everyone in bed. Me, I'm still out flying. Tryin' to turn on my own head. . Tryin' to turn on my own head. Turn on my own head.
In a world of despair, our lives will end. Some without warning, while others die by design. Under watchful eyes, we tread on evil ground. With jaded eyes around us each step is scrutinized.
on the might of kings and captains on. (it won't be long, it won't be long now). on the eyes of midnight watchmen. (I'm on my way, I'm on my way out).
She knows when the Devil. Starts a burnin' fire inside of me. She knows how to take the heat. How to take the heat away from me. . When I need it. When I need it.
The claim of the priests and the holies clerics. is that god is a master to serve without question or real consequence,. so they forge their weapons, and they hammer their plowshares into swords,.
Pressing on about our business. Comfort is getting too expensive. Hot shots for the pigeons. With a death sentence. . You're something like a pistol. That's been polished bright.
The face of poverty, as willing subjects we all spectate your demise.. You can wash away the filth but not the calluses. that keep the devils down beneath the status quo..
Rising and spiraling then vanish in the wind. I can't tell where the land ends and the sky begins. Are you acquainted with the threat of being killed?.
The end result of so many meetings. Late night dinners with no one eating. We sit in corners and sip burnt coffee. Count the tiles upon the ceiling. Skip this pretense and cut straight to dying.
The stars lead to the path to the other side:. The righteous path, the gateway, the key to eternal life.. Now we wait we pray, we die.. Now we wait we crumble, and forever lie..
Creation imperfect. . Do you defy this?. . Could you and your swollen ego fit. Into my master plan for failure?. I take the shame to heart and lock it away.
No rest from the labor at the whip's end, when portraits of toil invade.. No rest from the stinging of the needles, when we covet their highs.. . We can't run from the swarm when we live in the hive,.
The sound of my breath flutters past your ear tearing down fear. Grasp your heart strings by their frayed ends. To choke down the feeling left inside.
To Sheer nothingness.. To the last breath of reckless abandon.. A flash to eclipse millenniums and wash away the footsteps of faithless fatalities.. To sheer nothingness, rattling the walls with the winds of decay,.