Drben Hinterm Dorfe Steht Ein Leiermann,. Und Mit Starren Fingern Dreht Er, Was Er Kann.. Barfuss Auf Dem Eise Wankt Er Hin Und Her,. Und Sein Kleiner Teller Bleibt Ihm Immer Leer..
I found an irish town.. The tide sweeps the frowns.. They're all drinking at the Greyhound.. I can never be erased,. even when I've been disgraced,. cause I've got people I can count on..
We find our songs in fashion magazines. We read the story in the morning paper. I touch their hearts and they touch my skin. I'm on your screen and you are just so wide.
I understand fifth wheel hitches. That's why I got all the trailer bitches. In the park late after dark feeling their thighs. under a glowing green bug light.
life consuming peace celebrate. each day of the blind god who. feels everything spotless filter. of background noise glide from dream. to dream on a quest for riddles.
Is this what it's like when you die?. Your arms go limp, your body's dry.. You have no control.. The voice in my head is telling me,. "you're gonna be dead, so go with me".
I can't stop thinking of you. I don't want to say it. I can't stop remembering you. I don't want to think it. All the promises I made to you. I broke.
life consuming peace celebrate. each day of the blind god who. feels everything spotless filter. of background noise glide from dream. to dream on a quest for riddles.
Must be a powerful thing. to put your hands together. and talk to your creator.. Heads of state don't know your name.. Now you feel you're speaking for everyone..
The satellites are out tonight. With grace. Tracks of motion. . Heat on cold. Fast on slow. . Consumer. . Hello. . The satellites are out tonight. Like dancers.
I'm feeling palpitations.. My heart keeps on skipping.. I can't be so courageous,. when my breathing is suffocated.. -Chorus:. Palpitations,. I'm feeling them come no consolations,.
Like crusades across the infinite, night swallowed light. Cursed were the minions rebellion, An image of the serpents creation. Reveal and enter the passage, enter into the phantoms fire.
A billion words ago. The sailors disappeared. A story for the children. To rock them back to sleep. . A million burning books. Like torches in our hands.
Oh well.. If you don't wanna try.. Too late.. If you leap from a high.. Alright.. You're the only one that knows to fly.. Oh well.. Your umbrella folds in the sky..
Time is like a bullet from behind. I run for cover just like you. Time is like a liquid in my hands. I swim for dry land just like you. . Time is like a blanket on my face.
Messiah had a girl that swore I was the devil. He fell from heaven in Ohio. Because of a night with strippers at the Goldmine. She said you're moving out.
I drank a goblet of fire.... I cut out the prophets tongue.... but still, the sun refuse refused to move.. . I tore a hole in the web of sanity.... the very fabric of life itself....
Your lipstick covers me.. It stays when you leave.. It's red like a setting sun.. I'm gonna wear it home.. -Chorus:7. You painted me.. You painted me..
How long will it take to beat disaster. . A play on words might help me. . We'll keep ourselves awake until the morning light. . Dirties the room we sleep in.
Where is the promised land?. Where is the brave new world?. . The earth is shaking. Down below our feet. We move in wonder. And we generate the beat. .