stay close if you wanna keep up. but don't dare turn around. go ahead, find a bull's-eye my friend. but know you're gonna get the horn. . a yellow belly's never havin' the guts.
Precious winter rose. Beautiful and rare. Precious winter rose. In the garden there. . Now there's only thorns. In the garden there. All of the petals are tattered and torn.
If there's a nurse that takes your ears in rations. Sets a plate to feed the stifled steel. If there's a nurse that feeds your germ soaked dinners. On a tray of bones and orange peels.
The way she whispers. The stories I have heard. In captivation my eyes are wide with her words. So much respect in here. My heart is blowin' up to burst.
Lucky are the leaves of the clover. She's digging for chemistry with the butcher's tools. Shifty are the eyes of the gambler. This maybe his tricks and his trade and a job well done.
Midnight neons blur in drunken eyes. And flicker their mad, mad light. Fireworks fall like a floral arcade. It's a carnival tonight. . And I'm watching the party.
into the middle we go. . i smell a rat and just in case. i set up traps and you're the bait. surprise. if curiosity kills cats. we better teach the cat to fight back.
I go out walking after midnight. Out in the moonlight, just like we used to do. I'm only walking after midnight. Searching for you. . I walk for miles along the highway.
Come with the raising,. Of you.. Two years ago in the woods,. Saw a branch,. Fall in the brook.. . I'll lead you, i'll lead you,. To your throne.. . But it's up to my knees now,.
(Give us) a surprise. That tears down our notions of life. A new thing we pray for. To break up forseeable life. That's it! We are out for more. In this state we've spent years.
At the rate i'm goin. Little hands will be all that hold me back and. The minute men they stand and watch. Well fuck them through. Don't lose touch. Better keep those shoes.
Wish me well, say goodbye. I'll never tell I saw you cry. Understand, you're not to blame. It's just that the wind. The wind knows my name. . And it's callin' me.
The sideways man walks on his hands,. Can't keep from dragging his feet and when he tries,. I try,. . They twist his arms to get a head start,. Tycoons love hitting the jackpot,.
They hang on me. With endless sighs. A fool! That touches lost disguise. They'll hang kayreyth. They misbehave. A man is subject the things that her dares.
Nothing's at ease. They will live a life that is. But a farce now. Exhausted they are tired. To reach a safer place. They will seek for this garden's gate.
Taste that silence and starve. Heartache, taste heartache. And paly the game of. Bite - release - bite. O! Surprise! Injured!. Torrents and torments. Blade of hate, blade of love.
No calls, no letters. Just fireweeds and stinging nettles. But the moon is mine. Yeah, the moon is mine. . Bad news in the papers. Bad news for this sinner's wages.
A wound - not sore - beyond cure remains. Still and silent - painless days. Paltriness - Indifference. Life does remain quite lukewarm. Ecstasies all burn out.
Terror. Shriver. Stop those trivial phrases. Terror. Shriver. Stop anxiety's phrases. Terror. Shriver. Stop your trivial fear of dark. Deny the nights.
A vast amount of hatred. For humans unprotected. For victims unprotected. Starts a war. Toys - they are trapped in a game. Which none of them survives.