These long days torment my mind. Am I blind. If I miss the worlds affair. Will I care. . Beyond this world. The people dance around their king. Beyond this world.
Bewitched by the eternal rhythm of divine breath,. perverse he smiled to the prickly knock of rain drops,. his body was cruel like beauty, his eyes incandescent like silk..
a streak of black against grey. it feels like sunday everyday. and there is noone left to phone. well, if there ever was someone. . it is cold outside.
Don't think I'm yours. Don't try to own me. I live my own life. Let me live free. . Don't wanna fuck with me. You're talking shit I see. And you can easily.
"this is my heaven and this is my hell". where are the depths that make me fall into. where is the walk that me me fall with you. where are the depths, at them I stare.
As the deer panteth for the water. So my soul longeth after thee. You alone are my heart's desire. And I long to worship thee. . You alone are my strength, my shield.
Beautiful witch give light to this black muddy sky. Snatch darkness from these hours. devoid of evening and morning. devoid of stars and funereal lightnings..
I wanna kill you, yes I wanna do it. I hate you, you are a piece of shit. It's time to your muthafuckin' die. This is a fuckin' question that why. You know it I know it this is right.
men as trees, walking. . outside angels fall for us. outside giants rule again. outside we'll become like them. outside oh what a fine day. . I have my own symbols to dress.
Title: Stranded In The Jungle 3:04. Artist: The Cadets. Author: Ernestine Smith, James Johnson. Recorded or Pop Chart: Pop Chart #15 July 14, 1956. Label: Modern #994.
I wanna kill you, yes I wanna do it. I hate you, you are a piece of shit. It's time to your muthafuckin' die. This is a fuckin' question that why. You know it I know it is this right?.
a different world waits for me. a hideaway from all that's wrong. across the waves to enchanted isles. far away and there we'll stay. . we all live troubled lives.
Imploring visage. An invisible barbed wire has encircled your wrist. Leading you to an irrepressible scandal of sincerity. I will quench your eyelids forever, so that you stop.
"I am alone: there is no God where I am". pass the fields of white. leave the dead behind. so many impressions that night. everything surrounded by tears.
Splitting of median entity. Practice of doubt. I look for the truth. in the silent shine of your eyes. Speaking with the forces of the air. Good vibrations, cries and whispers.
You smoke the grass and drink a wine. What a feeling but not the way out. Enjoy the life till a limit. Sickness? - Make a think about it!. . You don't like the beaten track.
Somewhere in the past, some stolen hours. Strange memories, on my own. Deep in the fear, controlled by demon. They come from the livin' hologram. Standing, with an opened mind.
outside we sit at night and watch the stars and satellites. then we go inside, warm up our hands but not. the chill in my heart. . harmony harmony harmony.
Disciples of obsolete and unthinkable. commerce scrawled in Etruscan language. Dependents on not yet synthesized drugs. People of the black market. of the third world war.
Now I can see they're not any better. Their lies give 'em some more chances. Lil' more time but can't play with fate. It's too late to hide from my hate.