Premonitions sadistic murder visions. My future is written in your blood. Excruciating intoxicating. Pain and pleasure mix as death unfolds. I tear your soul apart.
In early '95, well, we got the dough so we could diversify. Had a lot of money up in bioweapons which has low liquidity. Sold a lot of Krugerrands and rubles to a bunch of really weird Swiss guys.
Now I notice the streetlamp's hum. The ghosts of graffiti they couldn't quite erase. The blank-faced stares on the subway. As the people go home. The parks lay empty like my unmade bed.
I put the 9mm Glock to your head. And gently squeeze the trigger. Blowing out your fucking brains. On the wall in all kind of crazy figures. . So what are you gonna do now?.
Didn't know what to get you. Ordinary just wouldn't do. But I just found. the perfect gift. For you. Now I got it all ready. But it's not wrapped in. red or green.
Fourteen feet tall, and glassy and pale, and covered in soot. I don't know who he was or what he was, the question was moot. I laid in bed, too scared to speak, and watched him watch me.
Who's that dude in the cherry red suit. Tearing up the floor tonight?. He's shaking his hips, got a sack full of gifts. And a beard that's crazy white.
I've seen the world's most beautiful women undress in ordinary solitude. I've fallen asleep in shift of distant satin. I've watched the rich risk it all for.
Since the dawn of time. It has reigned supreme. It's running through our veins. A primal legacy. . Deep within a blackened heart. . The surge of raw aggression.
1...2.3.4. uh huh whoo I always love this time of year. watch snow and reindeer yeah. that special something in the air. friends and family everywhere wha wha aoo.
The only thing worse than bad memories. Is no memories at all. From the age of 20 to 22 I had five friends. None of whose names I can recall. And as I would walk down K Street to some temping job.
As an echo from the past, recognition with a blast, an unbearable hate so vast,. I will ignite the world at last. Turned the key to sick, darkened mental shack, drained to fear, can't go back.
Do do do do do... Do do do do do... Do do do do do... Do do do do do, no no.... Soon to be ex-Quaker A cat without its paws A bee without its stinger Fighting nature¹s laws Soon to be ex-Quaker And that¹s just how it goes.
Unseen and deadly. Phantom of the skies. Tool of mass destruction. Child of an insane mind. . Millions are dead. Millions will die. Rejoice this day. As death rain from the skies.
people ask how i've been doin since i lost you. i say "i'm fine.". i just say that i still feel like, oh, you're with me. they smile, i speak. they don't know what i got waitin' when i get home.
Hunted by your lunacy, captured mental poverty. Eat me, smell me, taste my fear, catastrophy.... The coldest human steel, trapped between my teeth. I'm creeping back more and more and more.
Born without dying empty. Walk alone for a lifetime denied. Spark of life forever missing. A fear so vast it grows inside. . Soul bleeding never healing.
There is no heaven and there is no hell. No limbo in-between -- I think it's all a lie. Just a white light out to velvet black. and back to neutral gray -- that's all when we die.
I feel the tunes of sorrow. Filling my heart. With tears in my eyes. I watch my whole life fall. Apart. . Endless days of mourning. I try to move on. Grief is my reality.
Secret Curse. anonymous hex on flavorless food and terrible sex. a day of no rhythm a night of no rest. and I do not know what sin I have not confessed.