Make your move on me. queen of confusion. With open arms I await. Let me feel your love upon me. Your arms around me. You called my name at the darkest of moments.
Don't believe in the lies you told. you will never die with a heart of gold. stop pretending to be so brave. there'll be no diamonds within your grave.
These are the first words of my last words. They may not last long. This is my farewell from me. My farewell to me. . These fallen leaves of my life. Tell that I have to go.
Red sand on the shore I stand. Rain of fire is falling down. All must answer the call. Weak break and the mighty fall. Men burn in the flames of war. .
I've seen you at the shows. So proud to tell us how it goes. This and that a little more. . Not too much now. You'll lose the floor. When we are not just what you thought.
All of a sudden. This big world will end. Bollions of people. Will wish it never began. . Let us pray. . No amount of wisdom. Stature or wealth. Will impress the ever-loving God.
Don't even try to tell me what prayer is for. My Genie in a bottle needs to give me some more. And when this mess is over-I don't need Him anymore. I'll put my God back on temporary ignore.
The world is quick to tell us. The media compels us. For me to have and you to not. Is the difference in our lot. If you must compound your joy. Then you must acquire this toy.
Young child drowning in a sea of pain. Body infested with debilitating proteus strain. Distant footsteps approach, but they're not for him. The anticipation of visitors wanes, spirit dim.
Silently vanishing, then reappearing. Slipping away for a while. Start dematerializing before your eyes. Always a step from our grasp. . At the turn of the century.
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.