There is nothing left for me. There is nothing left for you. There is nothing left at all. A wasteland of my mind. . Don't think you ever will see. Don't think you ever will know.
Weaving another web of lies around me. Leaving an endless trail of pain behind me. . I don't deserve the love you give to me. How to mend the damage done to you?.
She was the night, night of retribution. A persona not right, blood of pollution. He was the day, day of solution. Shaped like clay, he was led astray.
I used to be someone. But I grew to be something that I'm not. It feels like I'm cornered. By everything that you really want. . Why are we here in the same old room?.
Cathode rays blast like meteor rain to my brain. Still I'm using all the tools to escape my reality. Forced myself to not sleep, forced myself to not see.
are we alive?. because i heard a rumor. that the day we died was yesterday. so are we rotting now?. cant find our graves?. . well they created a lie. built out of structure and routine by robots.
The Earth is large, large enough. That you think you can hide from anything. From faith, from God, from pain. As long as you get far enough away. . So you run.
Please kill me in my sleep so I get stuck in my dreams. I'll keep exhaling the rime of my chaotic harmony. But the wrecked parts of that ship keep floating in.
Why did you want me to be there?. Yesterday you changed my destiny. Controlled by the moon. If I would have known, I would have been there. For you, my baby, for you.
So you finally let the Kraken out to take back what's yours. But it's only feeding your alienation. Better fetch your scalpel, Dexter 'cause we're changing faces now.
I'm letting go, one thing is for certain. I'm treading paths I've walked before. I've reconsidered and I'm contemplating letting go. . I watched resentment steal into your face like a thief.
They say they don't trust. You, me, we, us. So we'll fall if we must. 'Cause it's you, me. . And it's all about, it's all about. It's all about us, all about us.
The walls are moving closer now. Can you feel it, can you feel it?. You are not saved until you see the dawn. Set my Eden on fire now. You did it, you did it.
This is no ordinary demon. I've been down this road before. Driven by the wounds I couldn't hide. I know exactly where it goes. . So I guess there's no tomorrow.
the poem was written by the noble lord Byron (1788 - 1824). . when the moon is on the wave,. and the glow-worm in the grass,. and the meteor on the grave,.
Ambassador on earth Mr. Stardust. Frrls somewhat lost on his quest for the lust. Debonair diplomat seeks uninhibited space. Out of the million city a peaceful face.
[C:] Out of the seven classic arts. Rhetoric rises to bust the charts. The master of agony invites you to the Forum. Louder than Romanum's decadent decorum.
Proprietors of Red and Priests against Prozac. Propose one hour of messainic mozart. Wolfgang Amadeus a.k.a. Muzak. Got himself a VISA and went wild in the popmart.
sex from backyards - porches. out - into chambers - arenas. parliaments of men. broadcasted boys. . we fell off the macho vehicle. as batons from the scientific rev.
{Odin, god of poets and warriors. One-eyed sage master of Munin. Worshipped at nightfall and daybreak. By fathers beyond the millennial night. Tall old man, put down your spear.