I hide inside watching from the stained glass eyes. 500 shades of red dance with 500 shades of gray. The last festival of humility. With just enough room for a baby's first breath.
Just take a ticket. It takes you nowhere. They saw us coming. It's them and us here. Just keep your voice down. And light another. I am a patient girl.
Bring her a mushroom cloud. trimmed in crazed ire and spite. Feed her the decaying heads. of humanity as clocks tick till silence.
Fascism's in fashion again. What's the color of your skin?. In South Africa. In shanty towns behind the guards bind the people, kick them hard, pack the children off to school 'education'--fascist rule, and Botha smiles for Europe's press.
All alone watching. Evil in the sky. Scan the desert. For a stranger coming into sight. But I have to be one step ahead. Let the eyes of time. Lead me to the end.
Bring her a mushroom cloud to garnish the skylines today. Bring her opulent orange and cringing, beautiful white bellows. Give her the gift of eradication, the gift of cleansing.
Whitewash. When you don't want to feed the world. When you just want to feed your bank balance. Wash your guilt away. Unilever washes whiter. Soap to clean those dirty hands.
When you raise your head, can you smell the roses burning?. In the garden we suffer. When you close your eyes, can you hear the angels shrieking?. In the garden we suffer.
Why?. Should it be so hard to deal with things?. You always slip away. I sit here wasted, twisted on the thoughts. That have come my way. Seeing everything as a paradox.
We idolize and exonerate the statues of barbarians and henchmen and why and how we must pattern ourselves to be such men. Who is the hero?. Who is the scapegoat?.
You sometimes wonder and you sometimes wonder. Ten thousand deutschmarks to hand me over. Oh, you sometimes wonder and you sometimes wonder. You can make a living sometimes wondering.
As faces crept in from the room next door to my eyes I let a razor race swiftly down my armless body towards the clays of hell. Blink to separate desecration from pain.
As faces crept in from the room next door. to my eyes I let a razor race swiftly down my armless body. towards the clays of hell. Blink to separate desecration from pain.
What's the ugliest part of your body?. What's the ugliest part of your body?. Some say your nose, some say your toes. But I think it's your mind, your mind, your mind.
I float against the tide. Alone against this cold, cold feeling. Never knowing why. Refusing just to see. What became of. All these things inside. I wish someone.
In paranoia I find genius. But the ice-dreams have come with spiritless consequence. A hatchet has been hidden between my eyes. A hatchet gift-wrapped in paranoia.