The centre of dreams. deprives me of things that should have been. As I wonder towards my final sin. there is no one to explain what I feel. Will you see to that I will arrive?.
In the very heart of your lustrous dream. bloody candles being lit by you. I am your child from this moment on. waiting for the dream to awake. - sweet dreams my dearest,.
Days are feeling shorter,nights are very long. Thoughts are in my mind,playing like a song. Memories of the past im trying to hold. Those that were made of silver and gold.
Forty days and forty nights. When walls of sand left no one alive. . The winter buried and covered their sins. Before the sunlight could bring back life.
In the beginning of time, at the dawn of mankind. An angel fell to the earth. To kill and to rape, all things that God made. Taking it for all it's worth.
we left our lives mutilated. now the tables have turned. no one will hear the cries of the homeless. an eye for an eye. . the earth is pleading for help.
Our history torn to shreds. We stand at the crossroads of doubt. Where does go from the. Point of utter defeat and grief. Looking back to the lands. Where our history was erased.
When Father Time begins to run out on you. There's a place we take you to. "Just a burden now", I heard them say. I know I'm just in the way. . You watch the car as they drive slowly away.
[Words & Music: Ted Kirkpatrick]. . Car for sale - what a deal - I assure you it's a steal. Come and check it out some night - can't I see it in the light?.
Satan called upon the Lord. "I must perform a test. To prove that fath in God. Is contingent on being blessed". . One of the richest men of the second millennium.
I ask that you return me. The years I did ignore thee. And with my burden bury. The weight of guilt I carry. And lead me to the well of life. Before my soul departs.
You see life as a game. That you don't want to play in. Born in a world. That you don't wanna stay in. . There's only two roads. And none in between them.
Under the law. Set by Almighty God. The priests had the power. To change your destiny. . Festering boils. Chronic disease. For seven days. Complete isolation.
[Words: Luke Easter, Music: Aaron Guerra]. . I cut him up this evening. And they came to check the scream. On the very spot i'd hidden him. I served a spot of tea.
[I. The Suffering]. . Skeezix bloated in petulance from the night's debauch. Wields his mutated feline frame down from his arboreal watch. Space 109 is always occupied by the countless faces who tried and tried.
Silly childhood game - Uncle Wiggily. I cower in abject horror. Approaching space number 109. Home of the gaunt and haggard shell of the Skeezix. . The emaciated figure.
Shield yourself from all the pain. Let nothing get inside your brain. Ignore the need for others in your life. Stuff all your feelings deep within. Block out the gentle voice from above.
Is the God that I worship like an eight ball that says yes maybe or no?. Or like a ouija board that points the direction to go?. . A family looks on forlorn and sad - the outcome will determine faithful or mad.
A humble man. Moses of Goshen. Behold the plan. You shall deliver them. Out from a land. Escape Egyptians sands. Released from Pharoah's satanic hand.
We've got the flame burnin' in our hands. We've got the atom's power at our command. . Put a gun to your head. One pull you're dead. Out here we live and die by death.