Welcome to the arena of pain. Where everyone is a victim. We all are to blame. Welcome to the palace of fate. Morbid transformations. Distorted complications.
I am a being. My life has value. Seek as I seek the secret design. My purpose is to relate with out bitterness. . Or partiality from any motives. To which I am far removed.
Our lust is face-to-face. Hearts beating with rage. You burned with pride with your skin in chains. . Hearts beating far from death. How the nerves come alive in such decadence.
There is a house in New Orleans. They call the Rising Sun. And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy. And God I know I'm one. . My mother was a tailor.
If we are eternal souls why should we fear death?. Beings of eternity expressed in the flesh. From dust we are born, to dust we regress. Souls of infinity expressed in the flesh.
I understand just how you feel. Your love for me, why not be mine?. It's over now but it was grand. I understand, I understand. . If you ever change your mind.
Under the moon pain lays. How grow to come starring eyes. These Norway Mountains souring hearts. To would that shies make it be cry. To veil in shade the burden feast.
We are in motion. Ever-changing, ever-evolving. Make a decision. Death awaits in hesitation. . The growing pain of each passing day. Look to those who never turn away.
Flowers die, die in my hand. I am the killer. I'll be the one to open up the wounds you're bleeding. You didn't learn. You should've known to keep your distance.
Risin' up, back on the street. Did my time, took my chances. Went the distance. Now I'm back on my feet. Just a man and his will to survive. . So many times, it happens too fast.
Can you see me, through the smoke and the fear. Understanding all I wanted to hear. One lonely voice. One simple choice. . From within the light a greater darkness.
Buried below the grave. There is nothing but the dirt and the dark. Affliction is just the start. Of eternity's embrace. . There is no sleep. In the burning sulfur.
Seems like nothings clear to me. I can't find my mind to pacify. . Countless millions dying alone. Countless millions dying. . Alone with no signs of sadness, alone.
Here, in the Garden. We, know not what we do. Made to dine in pastures full of grain. Left to die unclean. If we were promised Heaven,. Then why put them through hell?.
Skinned alive and left there dangling,. being cured by the heat of the sun. Attracting flies depositing their larvae, a caviar like garnish to. the dehydrated rump.
From the weeping womb to the tomb. Towering fuming smokestacks loomed. Aloft the emancipated industrial. mercantile maroon. . Your heirs will be deprived this fate.
Numbing torturous troubadours. Of this melodious dirge. Ostentatious triumphalism. Impressarios of despair. . Virtuosos of the visceral. Artisans of the morgue.
Screams of pain, haunt the night. Cadavers burning, oh so bright. left to die, horrible death. Now awaiting, hell's breath. Heaps of bodies. Pilled ten high.
Slowly injecting the fluid of pain. Bringing the corpse back to life. Nerves now awake violently. The serum now has worked. Inject to the brain, going insane.
Between fists of fury. And feats of strength.. I will not fight dirty.. They will not play nice.. I give in.. I do not have the fight.. They changed my purpose..