I may no longer be your friend. but this much I know.. I'm still me.. Away you turn if you are scared.. Walk into the black.. Yeah, I'm still me.. . You, forgotten you, forsaken you, forever you!.
the pround son of proud fathers, the feared and fearless me. soldier of harmageddon, I was born to fly free. now they see a wasted resource, I'm banished, I'm scorned.
I hear, I speak, counted the words all of my life. I see, I dream, if world's a womb, I'd be the knife. I run, I flee, your fingers just won't leave my head.
Hundred lashes!. -The battles are fought outside.. Count your blessings!. -The war is in the head.. Hundred lashes!. -Try to suffer less than learn.. Count your blessings!.
Oh, I see your face as if in a dream.. Eyes where the shadows drown.. Frozen in a frown.. And I feel like paper burning free.. The wind is shattering me..
I've seen the marvels of the molten flesh. I've smelt the wired nerves burn. I've been at the barriers of endless time. I've felt the knives of pleasure turn.
inhale from the barrel of my gun. swallow these words and be blown away. the spirits are here to fill me with nothing. there's no one here to keep them at bay.
I've been fasting face to the dawn. from the desert of thoughs only prayers will cary on. I've been waiting knees in the sand. will there be time enough for me to understand?.
The flesh is weak, the bones are brittle, the blood is thin.. I'm a father, brother, lover to all you sisters of sin.. My soul was never sold, I gave it away for free..
On the legs of lightning,. the storm rears in defeat.. Rising in vain once more with the sea.. Grey hand's reaching, cold under the swell.. Withered in the forge of our unbelief..
Blinded in the land of the one-eyed.. Took a walk the day I died.. I'm a dream in a clutch of nightmares,. a coward who dares.. Afloat in the dirt underground,.
There's only one we've all fought for.. Give us your grace.. We're the eager sons you bear and eat. with skies on your face.. In all the flesh the craving lives for the embrace.
Behind all the empty glitter the city's a painted whore.. A mother with a concrete womb for the zombie horde.. Juices from the flesh of the living are bled to sewers..
I'm the wind, I'm the snow. taste me with the tip of your tongue. I need your heat. and if I have to steal it, I'll do it gently. there's no shame. my words are sweet.
Breat of living, heart punding, poison stinging. tiny voices, wrong choises, blood starts singing. I never had anything to lose, no touch, nor taste. my body is here for abuse, braincells for waste.
There's no sense, the fire burns. When wisdom fails, it changes all. The wheel embodies all that keeps on turning. . Blood red skies, I feel so cold. No innocence, we play our roll.
I was crowned a king in a womb,. tore my mother apart at birth,. gnawed at my father's bones,. then gave them to the earth. . Bowels of a grave turned loose,.
Pack of wolves behind me. Seasons on my face.. Coming out of nowhere, heading for any place.. Wide awake with nightmares dogging at my shoes.. Walked away with everything. Got nothing left to lose..
A graveyard grows inside my head.. They planted things inside me.. I am soiled by the stale thoughts of long dead.. I was told to leave childish things behind..
don't wake this child of lies, he sleeps here in me. now I'm just his dream. he sees things with my eyes, things he knows that can't be. floating in my mindstream.