White light, mission classified. Neural probe, map your mind target. Run the maze, my loyal pet. Recall your orders and the rest forget. . (You are close).
A paper clip base in the late 1940's. Camp Hero, a tribute to time traveling Horus. Stationed on top of an undersea mountain. A piece of Atlantis where Montauks are pharaohs.
They pray to the universe. To end all their misery. Caused by their ignorance. They pray to those who would be king. . To God's we gave to men. To God's who never were.
With its dawn rides cold oppression. Foreign armies settle on new shores. Called to negate insurrection. Armed enforcers ready to make war. . Neo-Kosacks in NATO colors.
To execute, you made no compromise, men aren't pigs. (Slaughtered). Infected with a plague or rendered with a scalpel by you. You make the claim, it was just a job.
[intro]. Freed from your shadow. Approaching the lights,. Still burned your darkness. And so It's time.... You can't hide forever. You'll run,. Until it's too late....
Cry with my tears. Cry with my pain. Still in the cold. Neverending rain. . With one of your kisses. My words you'd freeze. From one of your kisses. My bleeding would cease.
Although the world would call me free. Each day the more her slave am I. For in her very way to be. There's I don't know what. I don't know why. Already from the day we met.
Lyrics: Jones/Winn. Music: Winn. . Appears on Where'd You Get That Vibe?.. . Lyrics:. . Generation X. Where'd you get that vibration. Did you buy it from a dealer,.
Lyrics: jones. Music: jones. . Lyrics:. . I met a lass with eyes of glass. Named amy atlas-friend. She cooked for me, I served her tea. For two upon the thames.
Lyrics: jones. Music: jones. . Lyrics:. . Hobby was an only child. He couldn't see or hear or read.. But heard a voice inside his head. Hobby was the deaf kid..
Erasing the earth through the wave of your hand. Your life means much more than mine. Gathering strength you await your command. We've stared at the sun until all eyes are blind.
The moon was drifting over jordan. As the street lies under control. And the she slips into the middle. Head on, the tour takes it's toll. You bring bring blues from a fountain.
I am the consequence of zealotry, I am decay. Corrosive rust of time, you'll never wash away. I am the bitter cold, the frozen wind, the frost of hate.
Life sometimes feels like a nightmare. When every step you take is a wrong one. With only binary choices there. Seeming fair?. . They say that time does slowly heal.
144,000. Gone with the opening, opening of the door. 144,000. Gone with the opening, opening of the door. 144,000. Gone with the opening, opening of the door.
When dusk is the most solemn. When clouds do shine bright. Melancholic them I sight. And remain with a mournful eye. . Sadly staying, is it maybe. My verse that weeps so mild.
She's a wrecking ball. Like a fever I burn faster. She she, She's gone faster. Her machine will make you weary. She she, she's gone faster. Her high-speed mind is what I'm fearing.
Trei cruci de lemn, trei cruci enorme de lemn. Vopsite cu trei culori, pazesc pe marginea soselei. Fintina celor... crediciosi!. . Trei cruci pe marginea soselei cu gesturi largi de miini bolnave.