I feel like I'm becoming. A butterfly. Or a golden bee. My smile is like razorblades. . When I share. It cuts bloody deep. My body is in the magazines.
The blood of this family it mingles. With the clay in this stinking riverbed. I tie the boy down and tear his mother's gown. It's okay, she's already dead.
When he was born. The Elder gathered in the night. They gave him shelter. Clothed him, fed him with insight. They taught him of the course. Of human and the Setian ways.
Walking on water. Water into wine. . Fear is the opiate [Incomprehensible]. . Clotted screams [Incomprehensible]. Never ceasing repeating. . Silence, words of righteousness.
If I couldn't see before. I see quite clearly now. This world opens up to me. Wretched and insincere. . Further regressing. Into the arms of the delusional.
I've been lost in the negative for so long, wanting everyone and everything to crash and burn, including myself. This is about realizing the problem isn't them. It's me..
Friend of mine. Spare the time. With your skill and symmetry. Over land, over sea. Spread you wings, deliver me.. . Don't bring me bad news. Don't bring me sad news..
So many have lost their way. So many have fallen to their grip of faith. Controlled by their words of hate. Divided, we ravage our homelands. . The abundance of numbness can claim self rule.
Bring them down, take it back. Bring them down, take it back. . This moment, one moment. The time to face the horror. A clash, great clash. The two worlds collide.
Harsh spoken cadence are these crooked lines we walk by,. Yet brilliant beasts of flight.. Don't cease to line our roads home,. Drowned amongst a sea of faintly falling ashes..
I started yours,. As will I end,. For all we are. A moment stolen. Rather than given,. Torn from the hands. Of a boundless whisper.. There is no shame..
What was it about that outstretched knight,. That made you tie your hands?. With your soul fastened to the earth, and no birds sing.. My best man hears the golden verse but he don't even know..
Behind all the empty glitter the city's a painted whore.. A mother with a concrete womb for the zombie horde.. Juices from the flesh of the living are bled to sewers..
Money, money, money, money. Nada ms que dinero. Mi familia pidi prestado,. de alguien,. que nunca conocieron.. Desde entonces,. cada da ahorramos.... de lo poco que obtenemos.
This is year zero, all we knew has died. The mutiny came so sudden, killing yesterday. . Thoughts that forced discordance away. Once more an era is fading.
My husband makes movies. To make them he lives a kind of dream. In which his actions aren't always what they seem. He may be on to some unique romantic theme.
Medusa caught in the mirror blade. Expression burnt in the waters red. Under her wing we were born. No dreams of rising for the kind of man. For the kind of man.
Ei metsnmies ole peljnnyt raatamista. Sano pokasahaa nylkyttv jtk.. Ei ole koskea tullut, joka heivannut ois. Tmn jtkn tukiltansa pois. . Chorus:. Se on metsmiehen tyn teko raatamista,.
What a combination. You think it's forever?. No big revelation. That she ain't so clever. . A generation gap. Right there in your lap. Oh and you don't cross it.
Listen my teachers. Listen my preachers. Let the world know he broke out. Mankind has failed just to see. What was inevitably. . Satan has taken. And hidden painstakin'.