Get low, get down. To the roots of trouble. Take this baby by the horns. To the bottom of the bottle. . Like marching. These thoughts keep sickening my head.
Faces are changing. While the days remain the same. Another day. Another try. Everything the same. Everything the same. And so you thought you wouldn't have to stand for that.
The dragons rise. From the sea of flames. Through the night. You can hear them marching. . Breathing fire. Wings of steel. By the thousands. They take to the sky.
Flashback!. Divided into episodes. Relive. The tortures on a higher dose. Fucked up. A nightmare wrapped in fairytales. A youth went forth to learn what fear was.
Now that we don't pay much attention. To what goes up or must come down. We decided not to follow. Apart from that we just don't care. . From a decent crowded journey.
War of the Worlds. . From out of the dark we descend upon your small blue world. Millions of miles a way. With blinding speed our destruction rains down on you.
Without the pain -- no suffering. Without the pain -- no strength. . There's no reason to give in. There's no doubting voice inside left since. . I live it.
Winds of Odin guide us over violent seas. The silent grave, Gods of thunder. Roaring, crackling power. In flashing light, they pound the night. . Rising winds and howling fury.
There is more to life than there's to see. It's my self-imposed priority. See the core and how it's thrilling me. Me and lunacy a unity. . Upside down.
The snow was gently falling. A white mist filled the air. I hear the cold wind calling. . Something's waiting there. . I stand alone in silenceUpon the mountain high.
Looking down upon your world. Desperate changes it goes through. My black-eyed point of view.... Though you think you know my face. Occupying space (is what).
Blood. You are a painting in the sky. Superior legions. Run superior plans. Who's gonna change the world for you today. Well, I guess you wouldn't want it any other way.
Midnight tolls on the clock downstairs. A reminding voice inside my head that does not care. His rapture keeps me waiting for a life behind the attic door.
Water. Surface. Horizon. Sky. . And all are looking up to see. The universal remedy. Established phantom of the free. The modern myth security. . There is a line.
In the daytime and in the night. I hear the chant coming from all around me. Like a blind man who never had his sight. Wishing he could see the light.
When I say something. To make you say something. In the end it's all. My fault. . And so I say nothing. So you say nothing. In the end there's nothing at all.
Dark eyes shine with strange desire. Velvet cold skin tastes like fire. . Something in her eyesMakes you need to be inside her. Something in her twisted smile.
This seeking is. concealing. What is hidden in the back. Outstanding your. pretending. And this is what makes me so sick. . "Ihavebeensickbeforeyoucameandknockeduponmydoor".
Deep blue in ultraviolet. I'm the pilot of these stars. My world is in slow motion. Frozen ocean rain of fire. . We make love. And as we do it's strange and violent.
Under pressure. Under control. Feeding the living. With the limbs of the dead. . Long before the dawning. Longing for the fall. Hell, we keep the motor humming.