I've been around forever, watching, waiting. She was the one. Took what I wanted, what I longed for. With no remorse. . Rape, in the night. To defile the pure, it takes a soul that's dark and sure.
How 'bout we get a little honest with ourselves. Let's start to think!. We're only flaunting our lack of respect. When we argue over opinions. You!. You talk like it's a fact.
Over the cold endless. Mountain stream. Into the dark frozen forest. Under the snowcovered trees. Through the wintery. Whispering winds. Great Gods of Asgaard.
See the child, pentagram in hand. There's nothing that can stop him. Psychopathic mind, misdirected wrath. Towards all who dwell around him. But they'll blame it on us.
Sitting on the sands of foreign shores. What will it take to make you see the light. Yesterday's patronizing tears. To prove the gods, wrong or right.
In God we trust. But You're not God. You make and break all the rules. Land of the free. But nothings free. 'Cause even when you win you lose. LEGAL TENDER.
(inspired by the work of Edgar Allen Poe). I. Red Death. It was a time when life was short. Long devastated was the land. Never had there ever been. A more fatal plague against all man.
In the words of the profit. Fly out of this world we're on. You'll get a global point of view. Altered consciousness gives a perspective that's untrue.
I have lived a life of wealth and splendor. Anything I wanted I could easily buy. (Locked away) from the games that you play. (Beg beg) every minute of every day.
She's dynamite in bed, isn't that what's in your head?!. I see your hungry smile, you make me sicker all the while!. . I'm gonna tell you what it's all about.
Playing Hitler with defenseless pets. As far as I'm concerned there's no excuse. I wouldn't be surprised if you were taking bets. On just how much the poor creatures can take of your.
hellish, earthly and heavenly. goddess of the crossroads; guiding light. queen of the night, enemy of the sun. . friend and companion of darkness. you who rejoice to see blood flow.
brave sons of the pagan age raises. by the summoning of a wind from the past. silently watching the valleys below. as the northern light crosses the sky.
Your chart shows, truth you soundly deny. The stars hold, your life's blueprints. You smirk and pass them by. You just pass them by. (You're a) velvet hand inside an iron glove.
Grab the good times while and when you can. They are few and far between. Simply glitches, lapses in the gloom. This I know, this I've seen. . The darkness prevails.
So tell me, what the hell sense does it make. To call yourself alive but to be fake?. 'Cause friendships full of bull cannot be saved. The true ones are the few, the proud, the brave.
So one-dimensional. The people that pulled the strings and turned your life around. It is intentional, believe me. The way they keep you in the dark, it's how they keep you down.