They spoke of the end. And when it would happen. It's that time again. This time it's for certain. Like lightning's swift hand. The end will come quickly.
I'm having a weak moment A moment that may not end. Lonely in my own skin. Everything is changing Everything seems changed. As if quietly replaced by something souless.
The words are so familiar -. all the same greats, the same mistakes. It doesn't have to be like this.. If you don't make a friend, now. One might make you -.
Time to show some sharper teeth Time to grow a thicker skin. Time to drop the seventh veil and let some madness wander in. This is not a darker age Just the turning of the wheel.
It was the birth of my darkside. Uncertainty in the air. Wanting to take a chance. Suppress my fear of the dare. . I choose to live a life of pain. Refuse - instead I live insane.
Deadly substance has you out of control. Just one more step and you're six feet in a hole. Cripples your body and destroys your head. C.D.S. will leave you maimed or dead.
If you want to open the hole. Just put your head down and go. Step beside the piece of the circumstance. Got to wash away the taste of evidence. Wash it away (evidence).
How carelessly the bound daylight caresses. Oblivious to wandering eyes extinguished. Free me reckless with the night. Elusive scenes enkindled burst to fire.
All of that thick time without you. Has made me so thick and drunk. "and it's okay to laugh about it". I said, "it's okay to laugh about it". Runnin' twice as fast to stay in the same place.
(Words written by Grandfather Lloyd Richards, 1929). There was a friend upon whom once Nature played her joke. She gave him width instead of height. and hands too large for chivalry.
Air-built madness: unfamiliar charm. Hides in the softest eyes. And ponderous smiles manifest denial. But heavy heartless. Conscious of our load. Hurled by dreams into a separate world.
What if there's no more fun to have ?. And all I've got is what I had. What if I have forgotten how ?. Cut my losses and get out now. Get out right now.
Ophelia. Cordelia. Desdemona. And Kate. My sweetness and Beatrice. So precious your pain. I sing for your lovers. Your heavenly fathers to be. Your possible futures.
Sky is clear tonight. Sky is clear tomorrow. A star is out. I reach for one to sparkle in my hand. A star is out. I will not touch you, I am just a man.
Salute the essense. Perfection's humor. Conversed so often: mute. Oh my dear. I'm always near. Oh my dear. Heal. We can't conceive. A child's peace. Belief our direction.
Where it grows on trees. But never blooms. Where it hurts the least for whoever. Saw it first. First to go and the last to know. Lasts longer than a lifetime.
(Words written by Tennyson, 1883). Row us out to Desenzano, to your Sirmione row. So they rowed, and there we landed O Venusta Sirmio. There to me through all the groves of olive in the summer glow.
A piece of mail. A letter head. A piece of hair. From a human head. They're sayin' to me. "I should've killed it". "I should've killed it". "I should've killed it before".
The season's over. The season's done. Too slow to notice. The fire's gone. So thin on the ground. With a chemical heart. And a cheap excuse. I've played my part.
It is not a good day, if you are not looking good. This is the best party that I've ever been to. Today I asked for a god to pour some wine in my eyes.