Everything around me shrinks and expands. Memories compacted. Fantasies extracted. Suspend me from the floor and push the ceiling nearer. This is just a reenactment of the thoughts projected from your eyes.
Feed me and rape me and rope me. As a family we will hang together. As a genus we will bleed together. We have settled for less.
Here in the comfort of a favorite chair. Or smugly from the tap room at the Whitehorse. I can prove mathematically. Just when and when not to take up arms.
Walk on all fours and bark like dogs. Degraded from human to animal. The dilapidation and humiliation of the human spirit. Passive victims of libertines.
You can't trust anyone nowadays. (Repeat). Brown shirts don't make it. (Repeat). I'm not so brave and I'm not too crazy. And I'd rather be a coward than pushing up daisies.
With a W and a W and a W dot. With a W and a W and a W dot. With a W and a W and a W dot. . Ooh, Mr. Murdoch can I show you around?. A new religion, no beat no rhythm.
Who am I?. Slumber's spiritual drifter wonder toward the sewer. My life; bounty in the alley-cat's fevered jaws. Laid my body on a hollow altar. A spectacle for the clergy of the infected.
We must be strong. We carry on. Never alone. Our wrath has grown. Were all for one. The time has come. To save our souls. No one will ever know. . You see it happen all the time.
Creation, not so much out of the blue as. Once upon a time there was a pile of brown. And out of that brown grew pips and seeds. And worms crawled from out of that brown.
Disfiguring the memory. So silent. So serene. One eye shut for the past. One eye opens for tomorrow's dream. Mark her the one. The one who will stand alone.
Through eating too much supper before I went to bed. Strange thoughts came on my slumber, strange thoughts came in my head. This world seemed topsy-turvey and people of reknown.
Don't know why I feel. This way every night. Somehow lost my way. On this timeless flight All these feelings I keep locked up inside. . I've pulled and twisted all those strings.
I live between the layers of paint on the wall. I see out from the pores in the paint on the wall. We are a society of monsters impersonating innocence.
I wish, I wish, but it's all in vain. . {It is a great thing that we have an. Unarmed police force in this country. It is perhaps an even greater thing that.
I turn away. There's nothing to see here. Only a distant memory. Of how things really were. Supposed to be. And life moves on. Ever so quickly. I see my past it flashes by.
It's a suicide lottery and they've won. The real life has just begun. Coughing up nest of cocoons it feeds the statists. Oblivious to wounds seeping dry it feeds the statists.
Evolution lives harmonious with extinction. We must die. We masquerade as flourishing flowers but live as stagnant weeds. We must die. We are the fertilizers of the future but we never offer enough for humanity to ever take root.
(cut up vocals). Why can't we sing about something nice?. Because it's only in exposing the shit. That we appreciate the passion. In order to find out what's nice.
In the dead of the night, there's something calling to me. I can see all these visions of insanity, insanity. There's no way to control it, feel adrenaline rise.
Seems to me we could. Make it all work out. Seems to me by now. You won't consider lies. I really hope. That you've found it all a thrill. You have really shown.