- An Erotic Ethic Error Portrait -. I gave you to my desert. 'said ya' might be lost but not alone. I sold you to my prototype. propensity to scorn is mine to show, guess what?!.
My Life Decreases Slowly. Clouds Are Coming Fast. My Heart Will Burn My Last Flame. Weather's Turning Cold. . From A Dull Day. To The Blank Of Mind. While The Sadness.
The deed is not the sin but the thought.. . Slide in the aesthetics of the tempting white. Trapped beneath the laughter, insanity in disguise.. Eyes controlling hands craving life - Reality..
Baby. . Shaggy:. I was skipping down the block when I heard some moaning. It was Dorothy she said she need some loving. Who the fuck was I to say no?.
Look Into Yourself. Look Into Your Heart. Lights Escape. Escape In Other Time. . But Now You Rule Your Destiny. The Time Is Eternal. . You. Now, Only You.
[Shaggy:]. I was skipping down the block when I heard some moaning. It was Dorothy she said she need some loving. Who the fuck was I to say no?. I took her to the crib, popped in that one movie Ghost.
In the circle deep,. lost me in this cold, cold black. a strong arm in these weak days just. an inner wish to be forgotten .... See, the ships are sailing.
My sorrow is like. leaves flying in the air. when the wind strikes. blowing everywhere. and i can't stay living in this tearful valley. so i just pray for having all the force.
The rain is turning to sleet. Se deep unside, black tears. Are falling. The sleet is turning to snow. . Delight of cold. The cry of storm. Beaside my soul.
Old world has left in starvation and disease. fourteen ninety-two bring a new change to see. Across the ocean they would sail. (following out the dark blaze).
Is that what I seem to see a conceit,. An insight in occurrences to ascertain the sun. Father knowledge, lead my way.... The beauty of the constitution.
Spell. Feeling Bewitched By A Dream. Dream Has Been Changing For Time. . After. The Time Has Shown Me The Mistake. Mistake Of A Liar. . Now. Trapped Of This Life Without A Light.
- The Apocryphal Wisdom Of An Allegorical Apocalypse -. The prophet:. Many martyrs have fallen. since I passed that what. The truth:. Many skies have bled..
I am the loner. The gloomy mist's owner. I am the sailor. In the sea of squalor. Waiting in the sand. That return your lovely light eyes. But I'm crying and dying.
The Seasons Change Its Colours. It Draws To A Close. The Blaze Of Ancient Stories. Shine In His Eyes. The Warm's Taken By The Winter. Fallin' Asleep. His Deep Tale Before The Silence.
[Blaze:]. It ain't no place to be, (Trust Me). And why is that you ask. Ain't no lights at the end. There's only darkness on my path. Tortured souls fill the realm I call home.
See my eyes, my breaking own. The time has come and. Stolen me all. I'm walking to a puture lorn. Stand in peace. Where the silence grows. A sleeping angel in front of me.