[lyrics by Harry Conklin]. . Since the beginning of time man has ruled the earth. Deemed the principle power over all. As time plodded on mans knowledge grew.
[Briody / Conklin]. . Duncan whom now is King of Scotland. Hears of a victorious battle won by his noblemen. Banquo and MacBeth. To award MacBeth for his bravery in battle.
[Written by Broderick & Conklin]. . Orders and runway cleared, given the green to go. Instruments glowing amber red. Light up the turbine engines, they scream and start their burn.
[lyrics by Harry Conklin]. . One more night alone. There's got to be another way. My love is so strong. Why must we be so far away. Theses feelings inside are.
In a world of flesh and money, carnal society. See the waves of brainwashed zombies. Marching to the rhythm of a master's beat. . Living in a pressure cooker, constant anxiety.
Cain killed his brother and the blood began to flow.. Gathering momentum into a torrid flood of woe.. War made its entrance into the virgin realm of man..
I saw a bird of heaven fall before the dawn of time.. Satan and his angels, lords of sin, lords of crime.. Then in the garden of Eden a tragic thing took place..
Trapped in hell, that's where I live. in an endless struggle to survive. Concrete jungle meshed with steel. Will I make it out alive?. Take a walk on the wild side.
I see you, you're crying, you're sick and tired of trying. And I feel you, your sorrow, you're afraid to face tomorrow. Oh something's the matter, there's only tears, no laughter.
I feel the horizon, it's pulling my soul. Onto tomorrow and nobody knows. Destiny called and I answered to her. Oh Ancient One show me the way. The heavens are calling, an empire is falling.
And now I'll take you to a realm yet unseen. Deep in the forest to a crimson tree. This is the place where a Lion died. His sacred pact with humanity.
The whispering call of evening falls upon the waiting mortal ear. With many tales it never fails to draw upon all your fears. The evidence and circumstance revealed by the mornings light.
This is the last story I will tell; it's all going to hell.. Stuck with your head in the wall and that's how it has always been. Your eyes tell stories unspoken, but you keep them to yourself. But the last thing we need is for you to remain illusive in your camouflaged bright yellow cloak. I can plainly see you up there..
I spend my mornings in my car on the freeway. Driving down like a bullet on that highway. Making tricks with the freaks on my backseat. And the streets full of fire and gasoline.
So many years we've been avoiding it. This confortation has been your goal. Finding myself could be harder. Than finding a way to cure my soul. Harder than fighting alone against you.
This is about a metaphor... paraphrased... some allegories. how I came to know the grace.... a symbolic picture of shearing of my wools.... and how the game got new rules....
Ficken there the rabbits wildly around tinker themselves small guard from straw rumba in measured consume whistle go to its away into the cab if then still the barrel concern then leave it comfortably showers by the night good day, good day I want mine to live back fick you, fick you sauf you full down the throat and starting from for it directly to the sand beach of malibu where charisma still from silicone are meat are beautifully fick you healthy to become we ever experienced why shit dinos are dead?.
The more you pray for mercy. The more you bleed. I hear you scream but. I know you only want more. . You still alive but so weak. And I see in your eyes.
Mother hold me. I think I need to cry. Father help me. I have to get things right. Sorry son, sorry honey. Ain't got time to worry. Was afraid of these answers. I fell into a stare.