Aliens hover in space. Observing the human race. Studying who to abduct. Past abductees will be sought. And now about me. I'm a serial killer. Demon of the earth.
Only child, with an imaginary friend, always lonely. Sheltered and frail, emotionally ill.. Mother will smother you, father left because of who?. Somehow you are to blame.
You are paranoid with delusions of grandeur. Somehow things ain't right. There's an imbalance in your mind. Chain reflex is slow, anxiety neuroses set in.
I wish that I could smoke. The weed at the turning of the century. From what I have read, In early 19OO's. Immigrants would smoke. Then go habitually insane.
Illicit solariums of my nativity. A lachrymal tale of how I came to be. Starting when aromatic genus. Of the marijuana were spliced with the genes of mice.
Before the tornadoes came. The sun never shined the same. Rabbit freak on a bridge. Pissing on cars driving below. . Cat hunters ride, drowning cats. To be brokered for a dollar a pound.
Driving down the freeway. About to smoke. A tulip of fresh pseudo nugs. Reaching for the lighter. . My taste buds are enticed. I'm feeling high. Listening to Fleshgrind.
It's sad when kids take their lives. In the act, kill 13 peers. What drives a mind to kill?. . Must have been really catastrophic. To hate violently stockpile guns.
Septicemia, yersinia pestis. Delusional hyponatremia. H2O poisoning without knowing. Tap water infects my throat. . Nausea, retching. Pallor bowel movements.
[habituation to the use of cannabis]. [sung by Ron from Mandrake & arclila acoustic guitar by Tony Perez].
Black gate of the mortal. Sabbath held in thy honor, summon the anti-god. Is there nothing sacred? Is there nothing pure?. Cool winds are abound me from this fire well breath.
From days of Salem when the craft became alive. The Wicken way has seen. the congregation thrive. The moon and goddess of the earth a solemn face.. But soon they sought such power from a darker place. Beguiled trapped under.
there is none like you. no one else can touch my heart like you do. i can search for eternity long. and find there is none like you. (repeat).
Growing up a lonely kid Blaine had an infatuation with fire. Stealing lighters, matches, whatever he could get. Pyromaniacal son of an architect, working hard.
Westering Home. . G. Westering Home and a song in the air,. C G C D. Light in the eye and its goodbye to care.. G C G. Laughter of Love and a welcoming there,.
Oh God, oh dear. No self, no fear. I finally touched life and it was all so clear. . All now, all here. No dreams, no fear. I finally touched life, can't get enough now dear.