She tries to stab me every night, My russian wife. I have to sleep with turned on lights, My russian wife. I have to punch her when she bites, My russian wife.
Imagine sitting in a dark room. For a thousand years. Hands cuffed to the chair, with barely any air to breathe. One can grow mad, one can be(grow) sad.
Downside to dismantle. Is the conflict. Alike you and me. This doom to gloom obsession. The sovereign state of humanity. . No renaissance. To gaze upon.
Another whole of nothing. Fit to size. Based on shattered. Bit by shallow. Jump the chance to prove them wrong. . Always passing the infinite. With inquisition.
This is fallacy bled through the lines of secrecy. Born again misfortune skirts the edge of sanity. Bound in contrasts to contradict the depths of violence.
A calm sought out. So raid the guild. Through faint alarm. . Forging static. To the horde. Amiss the thrall. . The rule at helm. To countdown. And hell's.
Flawless. So red raw and real. The beast of the street. Speaks faceless to me. . Fierce. The deepest of depths. Sends daggers and fire. From each sharing end.
You'll never haul the heat to the bite of the grind. To emulate. Digression has left this hard to swallow. Sour notes of dissolution. Played off as dissonance.
Perception brought wisps of irreverence. Lasting days beyond understanding. The stain of grief in stretched emotion. Flaunts the hangings of distant loves.
Obey them. The legion speaks out. Carnal realm will not seize. . For rewards in pain. Will make its price so eloquent. . Incur. Bare witness. Be torn to shreds within these walls.
Defy. The rumors to whispers. That makes a crass man bound. . Defy. Their break in mercy. To consume the myth through flawlessness. . It's been discovered.
Long live the eerie strange of lie soaked beauty. Synthetic impression fills the gash of imposing danger. Satire feeds the flame to awake hostility. Full blown premonition gun down to solid ground.
Tune out the noise of swan songs. That savior the passing of scarlets. Red and black on chemical romance. Rush the danger in a silhouette. Carve away the image possession.
Semblance at auction. The belly of the beast. Target implied. From tooth and nail deployment. . Institution of youth culture. From a nation. Self contained.
Yearning for the crass in dusk to fall. I can feel the pulse of a temptress stare. It begs seduction coiled curse a spark of severance. Trite reflection in sacred enlightenment.