Never mind the right way. Never mind the arrows or the signs. Big waste of time. Riding on a curve ball. Tumble down a landslide at the end. Say I'm wrong again.
Unmasked portals. Still connecting. Uncover the ending till it bleeds till it bleeds. . You don't need an alibi. I'm the one that lives a lie. . Ritualized fictionalize.
Act one, the smell of green leather, French polish, quite pristine, not a hair out of place, not a wrinkle, not a crease, the silverware all clean. Exquisite chaussures grace marble floors, be upstanding, for men of yore. But wait, who's this, sticky under the collar in Elsinore? Enter silent comedy geek with dynamite down his pants. Nervous, shuffling on his feet, leading a merry song and dance. A back seat driver of good moral fibre, holding up the light. He's made his own bed, now he's got to lie in it. Ha ha! Serves him right..
Six a.m.. it's a cinnamon dawn. All burnt out and I never made it home. I don't wanna go home. . You're fixed for a fight. but I'm rock-a-bye gone. I love you but.
Ubiquitous. . Stripped away. Ego burns, visions stay. Integrate. Knowledge found, love and hate. . Somehow it's all the same. empty screams devoid of blame.
The space between our words. The heat before we touch. The breath that we hold. So that we don't say too much. . The beating of our hearts. The parting of our lips.
Talk about money. Talk about oppression. Investing in death. And the earth's destruction. Killing the earth. Bit by bit. Financing war. To make more profit.
we are the malformed. transcended transformed. you and I dark with knowing. blood just overflowing. . we are the malformed. transcended transformed. heightened view information.
You with the sad eyes. Don't be discouraged. Oh I realize. It's hard to take courage. In a world full of people. You can lose sight of it all. And the darkness inside you.
Welcome to my open house. Please ignore the mess around. I've been meaning to clean it up for quite sometime. Built on rock, I'm just run down, a fixer upper.
Caught up in circles. Confusion is nothing new. Flashback. Warm nights almost left behind. Suitcase of memories. Time after. . Sometimes you picture me.
The saturday afternoon tradition. Three falls and one submission. Boston crab and half-nelson. Bouncing around for television. Learn the moves and collect your pay.
Warmer in the cold one more moment left to hold. Kneeling in the snow vaguest feeling where to go. Naked as the past stripped apart and built to last.
I come home in the morning light. My mother says when you gonna live your life right. Oh mother dear we're not the fortunate ones. And girls they want to have fun.
Michaelangelo was a genius. Artist, architect, physician. The darling of the florentine scene. Inventor, scientist, mathematician. But less well-known are his regular stints.
Crossed the lines forbidden scene. Angel's blood makes dopamine. Giallo gloves a touch pristine. The visitor comes in clean. . Do your worst on me. He kills in ecstasy.
Second hand girlfriend. Garage sale special. Good at what she does. and what she does is do the one. that rocks her world. . A Midwest apple. fallen from a tree.
England's goalkeeper since gordon banks. Consistent, reliable, a safe pair of hands. But despite all his saves and all his acrobatics. I can't help recalling something more dramatic.
What are you waiting for Jamie?. Who's that monster undertneath your bed. Give it a name. Get out of your head. I got two tickets to your show. Don't wanna go solo.
Through the door of the mezzanine. The operation unseen. Experiment of heart and mind. Examining all we find. Here within these scarlet walls. You show me secret hidden halls.