Ole Helgesen. Voids of death and misery. Soon we'll have our victory. Withering the bliss of gods. we wandered, dared and won....
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.
I pull my collar down low. To show my sucking chest wound. The taste of apple and tin. On a hot spring afternoon. A child screams in midair. A diving board springs to place.
I dette savn. dine yne nr meg. Du ser meg. gjennom lys og dimmet mrke. Slik en endels reise. fra min sjels uendelighet. Vil dette bli en reise. fjernt hinsides alt liv ?.
I love the smell of napalm in morning. . Indoctrination since early youth. Murder of the free thinking mind. Religion the root of all evil. The source of all suffering.
Well I only call you darling. Cos I know how much it bugs you. And darling, some habits are so hard to break. Think condescension is sexy?. Well, that's your mistake to make.
Sick as can be twisting out of true. Explaining the feeling as insanity breaks through. Bringer of murder scenes, architect of fear. Distorted, deranged, the messages I hear.
To these pale spectres. dwelling in the blackness of my sins. I behold her swirling tounge. floating in my swart lake. I can almost touch her limbs. Cloaked beneath her woes.
Come on. buddy. get with the beat buzzin' me. you better believe it they did the bup bup. ("Colonel Hathi's March"). Hup two three four keep it up they did the bup bup.
And now I take it home, with the parietal bone. It might be crazy, but I learn that way. Temporal and frontal too. And now I'm finally through. That makes 206.
People my people -- the cat in the steeple --. and everyone here I need your ear so be cool for a few. I feel a funny emotion, a negative notion. a tear in the air, an unseen stare, if I'm wrong then I'm wrong.
Jeg dyrker rttene. Til min egen vrede. Og ser mine spirer gro. I en kamp mot minegen glede. prver jeg slikke mine sr. Da jeg ikke lenger lot dem drepe.
A passion of tears. close my soul as I. reach for your caress. Let me die in your flesh. while the heavenly bodies. burn out before our eyes. let me die and die again.
no one can tell righteous from right. but it was nothing tonight. what is these days. so you keep on fighting the fight. and if it's telling your strife.
As I become one with the earth. My soul has passed the rebirth. In this world I leave my flesh to rot. No regrets, this is my lot. . Ashes to ashes. Dust to death.
Shine for me, misery. Devils rapture their coils. Suffer the fathomless end. Until we parche, with sermons, again. Strangle me slowly. Enter my palace of pain.
Fuck all pathetic moral preachers. And fuck their braindead disciples. Fuck all religious clowns. And their fucked up ways. Fuck good and evil. It's fucking relative.
I don't want to get back into the ring. But I feel like these gloves are glued to my knuckles. And every time, and every time I try to stand up for myself, yeah, yeah.
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