You want to see me fail. You want to pump my dreams full of lead. And put their blood soaked corpses. On public display with a sign around their neck that says.
We have three choices from here. Evolution, regression, or stagnation. And I will choose the first. I would rather move on. Because looking backwards is.
Light up another one, you inconsiderate shit head. You're infringing on my right to breathe clean air. For all of us who like our lungs the way they are.
Carve another notch in your bedpost, whore. Lay back and tally up the score. Count the number of hearts you've ripped from chests. Then put your pretty eyes to rest.
I can see it in your eyes. You've finally learned your lesson. I could forgive and forget. But it's to little, to late. I could say I told you so. But I think a big old fuck you.
How could you be content. To drift through life never questioning. Sticking your head in the sand. Whenever you see something you dont like. If you cant see it then its not there right.
The fallen leaps are withered. The cycle of the seasons takes its turn. The northwinds blowin' over the land. The heart of spring is waiting to return.
Clouds passing by. On top of the mountains one touch in the sky. One touch in the sky. . One reason to linger. Holding the stars right in my hand. Lifting shadows of the past.
The dewdrop of dawn. Are glaring in morningly light. The silver clouds gone. The Indian summer so bright. . I hear the piper so nigh. The westerly wind brings his tone.
from the valleys to the coastlines. from the riverheads to sea. to the fields of four-leaf clover. like a haggard falcon free. . [chorus]. by a dovelike dream.
As sure as fate. As all draws to a close. A momentous weight. As an era goes. . Homeward bound am I. But will my heart ever be?. The sands have run out.
And here I came last night was it a waking dream in me?. The spiral staircase led to places so unknown. And out of a clear sky falling I'm searching high and low for hold.
By a long way we came there. And we kept our eyes peeled. We believe in our blueprint. Drawn by the slipstream of time without end. . Not once, we saw the falcon rising.
A place of powers rising, a place so deep within. In that stormy night when I came in. The fence that penned me in, in times when my heart tried to flee.
A lurid silence. Inside me. Reliantly I'm waiting. The affinity. The sweetest destiny. The worlds I am creating. . A straw in times disheartening. An insolation clear and pure.
an outcast of victorian society. a crying jag since long-gone childhood days. the dream to be an albatross. with alabaster wings. to be flying. before the last bell rings.