There is more to life than there's to see. It's my self-imposed priority. See the core and how it's thrilling me. Me and lunacy a unity. . Upside down.
The snow was gently falling. A white mist filled the air. I hear the cold wind calling. . Something's waiting there. . I stand alone in silenceUpon the mountain high.
Looking down upon your world. Desperate changes it goes through. My black-eyed point of view.... Though you think you know my face. Occupying space (is what).
Blood. You are a painting in the sky. Superior legions. Run superior plans. Who's gonna change the world for you today. Well, I guess you wouldn't want it any other way.
Midnight tolls on the clock downstairs. A reminding voice inside my head that does not care. His rapture keeps me waiting for a life behind the attic door.
Water. Surface. Horizon. Sky. . And all are looking up to see. The universal remedy. Established phantom of the free. The modern myth security. . There is a line.
In the daytime and in the night. I hear the chant coming from all around me. Like a blind man who never had his sight. Wishing he could see the light.
When I say something. To make you say something. In the end it's all. My fault. . And so I say nothing. So you say nothing. In the end there's nothing at all.
Dark eyes shine with strange desire. Velvet cold skin tastes like fire. . Something in her eyesMakes you need to be inside her. Something in her twisted smile.
This seeking is. concealing. What is hidden in the back. Outstanding your. pretending. And this is what makes me so sick. . "Ihavebeensickbeforeyoucameandknockeduponmydoor".
Deep blue in ultraviolet. I'm the pilot of these stars. My world is in slow motion. Frozen ocean rain of fire. . We make love. And as we do it's strange and violent.
Under pressure. Under control. Feeding the living. With the limbs of the dead. . Long before the dawning. Longing for the fall. Hell, we keep the motor humming.
The triumph of the underdog. Questioning the world. A higher gain of circumstance. Lest we forget. . For now the case is clear. For now the fellow rescued.
Innocence is fragile like the wind. Cold hearts can tear it down. It's hard to find some sanctuary. . I know your feel's just like the world. Is on your shoulders.
Trapped in their world no free passage to leave. You accept their tyrannical dream. You pray to their gods not to your chosen ones. Freedom's clutched in the jaw of red kings.
Different, Indifferent. No will to change. Destructive, negative. Life runs insane. Pessimist, nihilist. Live against life. Senseless, useless. Comedy of strife.
Five on the run. Running dry. Their hands on mouth, ears or eyes. Five and again. Looking back. Again on the run. And up the wall. . Repetition. Competition.
Woman, madame of mystery. Heavens angel, devils daughter. Lady black widow strange and cruel, is it true?. . Do you still need hearts to bleed to be satisfied?.
Blindfolded. Isolated from reality. Force fed lies. Truth too black to see. . Victimized. Victimized. . Paranoid. Alone among enemies. Tension builds.
Watch and PRAY. Enter not. Into temptation. Spirits willing. Flesh is weak. Bury your carcass. Be renewed in CHRIST. To be carnally minded is death. To be spiritually minded is life and peace.