The Wilde Flowers

Sun hangs high, I turn away. Failure underground. Heart is sick and fever is high. Waiting for a sound. . Like a trail of insects to me. I watch them from afar.

Mindscan

Mindscan I: Arrival (Instrumental). Mindscan II: Entrance: (Instrumental). Mindscan III: Realization: (Instrumental). Mindscan IV: Welcome:. . Hello, welcome, don't be afraid, you've been here before.

The Perfect Young Man

He's just the Perfect Young Man,. He's so well-to-do. From a good family too. You'll see. A Perfect Young Man. Never lost for words. And I'm looking forward towards.

Death By A Thousand Cuts

This snuck right up on me. If I only knew, I'd have seen right through. Each time I look away. The hideousness grows, until it takes control. . Don't even try to tear yourself away.

All's Well That Ends Well

Wonder as I wander through this changing scene. Subtly. November sends a chill down my spine. As I think about what I just have to leave behind. . Always had found comfort in a static dream.

Interesting

Virago

Venus

Circa mea pectora multa sunt suspiria. De tua pulchritudine, que me ledunt misere.. . Venus! - I trow'd thou wast my friend -. Professed to Heaven thou wouldst send;.

Universal Race

The pulsing of the flare reflected in the air. Stick-stuck goggles deflecting the stare. Underground, overdrive, countdown. Take off, we're gone, they're here.

Velvet Darkness They Fear

To These Words I Beheld No Tongue

Soliloquy by Raymond, Music by Theatre of Tragedy. Whether the thrond Monarch weareth the crown,. Which I know not whether to his belongeth;. Doth he hence the sceptre sway?.

The Masquerader And Phoenix

Hist! - the sonorous orchestral ambience and the arabesque-slane'd ballerina,. Her wee feet in an alacritic maelstrom-twirl,. And the dust-hurl with her tears blendeth - Egad! this quagmire;.

The New Man

Broken bottles, and a broken nose. No reason not to lounge in a pose. I could stand in shade light and laugh at you. You were wrong - it's happened to you too.

The Masquerader And Phenix

Hist! - The sonorous orchestral ambience and the. arabesque - stanc'd ballerina. Her wee feet in an alacritic malstrom-twirl. And the dust-hurl with her tears blendeth -.

Sweet Art Thou

Play by Raymond, Music by Theatre of Tragedy. "Stay still patient; wilt thou my sister of merciful troth be?. I shall attempt the halter of thy life make less tighten'd!".

Storm (tornado Mix)

Can you see the storm getting closer now?. Tell me how it feels being out there. . A moment's glimpse of his vignette. As he shone a light on the falling wall.

Superdrive

Turn baby, turn. You've got the feeling for it. I'm the music. Dance with me, sway. . Are you ready for me?. Take a chance on me.. Turn baby, turn. You've got the feeling for it.

Space Age

[something in russian]. . Space age pioneers. Exporing the outer spheres. Stars, planets, cosmos. Sterne, Planeten, Kosmos. . [russian again].

Starlit

Man standing next to man, he's alone. I see only faces, I don't know. . I see faces staring, other faces staring. Don't talk, don't tell, don't talk, don't tell.

Seraphic Deviltry

Whether He the quaint savant's power doth hold I know not,. Albeit aetat a thousand stars' birth He is -. Quoth I that for reasons to me oblivious. August of a granditude of servants is He held,.