I could hear you fall,. I could feel your body through the floor,. And all I see is the red of your blood for the first time. As i hold you there,. As i rush your pale life through the door,.
You dig down underground now. Through the soil, through the cooling clay. As the din fades above you. You're moving. You're secret. You're nowhere. It's all good.
A reality blown open wide. Bruising the minds of millions. Serpent of war hovering vast. Demanding increase of missiles. Finalizing begging eyes. Proud and distinguished.
"Ekko i det hye fjell. hvem er du?-. Hvorfor skjuler Du ditt ansikt?. Hvorfor svarer Du og skremmer. meg med mrkets gru?". En gang p sin ville ferd. kom han til en kroket sti.
Feel the burn. Feel the demons come to mix. Fill the street with madness. . Don't lay your hands. And lesions over me. Fall instead where midnight dies.
I rest my head. Between the bed and sky. Download my dread. Disarm my mind, make it dry. . Nothing in motion, and I'm satisfied. No disappointment 'til I wake up.
Oh, launched all the world's nukes this morning. Hoping it would kick-start something. Some of them went off course and hit the moon instead. It was kinda pretty..
Slowly slicing your body. Wondering what's inside. A psychopath addicted to flesh. Now I'm taking your life. . Hacking through your organs. Constantly watching your eyes.
Come alone horrid eyes. Bone from bone, sigh to sigh. In all dying there is a certain beauty. To travel the seas of temptation. And the velvet skies of pain.
Trust me. . You're not angry at me, you're just angry. And I'm just standing here while you're down. Now I see the real world when it's too late. When it's too late to matter now.
Through the ages from the dawn of man. We always searched for deity. Forming legends and twisted beliefs. Paranoia and selfdeceit. Sell your soul to the highest bidder.
Your darkness helps me smile. I'm crawling on the ground for you. And my skin is still flickering. . Scavegers sweep the floor for me. Can't you see that cruelty.
waiting for a train to catch. waiting for the perfect match. waiting for someone to make a call. if only you had to make a change. every day and every night.
The sands of time are slipping through your fingers. Life's bitter journey, towards the end. . Pass the threshold and beyond. Your time has come. With a conscience cold as the coins upon your eyes.
A world like this. we never before have seen. A prism in which the. shadows are all dispelled. -THE LIGHT IS SCARPENED!. ALL THAT REMAINS IS THE LIGHT.
What are these visions that trouble my weakened mind. . Haunt my fevered dreams and dance before my wide awake eyes. Visions of death a murder, ravaged figures in pain.
Down amid the grass and flowers. As this ballet floats for hours. It's a messy ride in the countryside. On such a perfect day, yeah. We're moving fast on the other, the other side of the world.