Gray chairs cold but here for me. thankfully I don't miss your skin. or the way that you always have something to say. lose myself in you. cut it into you.
Traced in a wet sand her name in perfect cursive.. A love letter to the crescent moon.. By tommorrow it will be gone I told her.. There is no tommorrow she said..
I always thought it fitting. The way they chose the next victim. With a bouquet of dying flowers. And how happy they appeared. As they ducked into the smiling hearse.
It flows like red lava upon a city. Of outstretched arms awaiting. Deliverance, awaiting rebirth as infestation. Beneath the skin of a goddess. . Divinity through association crawling toward mirages.
Stitched together into this beautiful monster animated by starlight.. Pose like a fashion corpse and shed your denim skin my love.. It is just a skull full of chlorine in the septic tank..
One word. Just one word to exist. Precious as a jewel. Cruel as a farewell. Like an echo in my head. Showing your obsessions. All the hopes that I fed.
Start a fight with a cherry bomb. Friday night and all action, all gone. All go, go, go. In the face with a finger gun. Corner kids sight the pretty ones.
If prolonged hatred breeds it will devour your mind. Animosity will annihilate sobriety. Insalubrious emotions can extirpate your existence. Agonised respiration, immersion in hatred.
[From the 11th to the 13th century a particular religious sect was allowed to grow in the Languedoc region of France. Called Catharism this dualist thinking religion flourished, not only with the poor but also people like the Counts of Toulouse and the great Esclarmonte of Foix. In the early part of the 13th century the Pope petitioned the king to form. a crusade and vanquish the heretics. This petitioning finally led to the Albigensian Crusade. A force of Knights and Mercenaries besieged the Cathars and in a massive pyre at Montsegur massacred some 200 of them virtually eliminating Catharism in Southern France].
I died mentally but my body lives on. Half a life I lead as I linger on. Sorrow I breed and sorrow I feed. Half a death I suffer as I try to withdraw.
Hallo spaceboy, you're sleepy now. Your silhouette is so stationary. You're released but your custody calls. Well, I wanna be free, don't you wanna be free?.
Under tta kvistbltens glaved. P ljungkldda hyglar och furvuxen hed. Under mnskrans spirande skymningsglans. Som frtrollar och fgnar i skugglekens dans.
Shh, it's okay, it's okay. This is our, dirty, little, secret. . We're all alone in the city. My hands are stoned with pity. I could get by or get high with fifty, yeah.
You fucking parasite. I'll beat you till you die. It hides inside me. It hides inside me. It hides inside me. Sic semper tyrannous. . Everyday you decay.
He hurts me 'cause he cares. He hurts me and it's all my fault. . Roaches and cigarettes, a sink of hungry dishes. Flies in the afterbirth, I miss you when you're timid.
In that final look does the deer forgive the wolf?. . You've stolen my fascination. You've smothered my holy addiction. And now I'm soaked in you. Like fat white worms and sad haikus.
In that final look. Does the deer forgive the wolf ?. . You've stolen my fascination. You've smothered my holy addiction. . And now I'm soaked in you.
-------------------. By Ossian. Album title: A rock katonai. Hiszek abban, hogy nekunk itt helyunk van. Nem csak vagyunk a vilagban. Hiszek abban, hogy letezik baratsag.
Aunque digan lo que digan. No me importa el que dirn. Slo basta una mirada. Y desato un huracn. Aunque digan lo que digan. No me importa el que dirn. No me importa que murmure.