I am nothing and should be everything. You're methadone pretty, surrender in pity. Intentional destruction germ. Eats your thoughts and makes you happy.
I've got blisters on my fingers!. . Mayakovsky!. Mayakovsky!. Mayakovsky!. Mayakovsky!. . European hopes, european rose, european sex, european love, european dreams, european screams, european skies, european desires....
Wherever you go I will be carcass. Whatever you see will be rotting flesh. Humanity recovered glittering etiquette. Answers her crimes with Mausoleum rent.
Between the billboard masturbation. Across highways of metallic isolation. There lies the deafenin' screamin'. Of the millions wipin' out the diseased pages.
Heaven's weariness, you're climbing the walls. Asleep I daydreamed I could change it all. Running from something too painful to face. Epitaphs torn into bare foot soiled feet.
No one likes looking at you. Your lack of ego offends male mentality. They need your innocence. To steal vacant love and to destroy. Your beauty and virginity used like toys.
Childbirth tears upon her muscle. Very first second a screaming icon. Babies in time barely even recognise. Words that once stroked now bruising tired lips.
All the complications. All the deviations. All the holy edicts. All the broken subjects. . Let's go to war. Let's go to war. . Let's go to war. To feel some pureness and pain.
Where are you now?. Broken up or still around?. The CIA says you're a guilty man. Will we see the likes of you again?. . Can anyone make a difference anymore?.
Dance to the valentine, anthems that kill. Valium veins and eyes that sink. Lying down I want, want a brainwash trip. Don't wanna wake next to your stretched skin.
Last Christmas. I gave you my heart. But the very next day you gave it away. This year. To stop me from tears. I'll give it to someone special. . Last Christmas.
Life has been unfaithful. And it all promised so so much. I am a relic. I am just a petrified cry. Wheeled out once a year, a cenotaph souvenir. The applause nails down my silence.
Life has been unfaithful. And it all promised so so much. I am a relic. I am just a petrified cry. Wheeled out once a year, a cenotaph souvenir. The applause nails down my silence.
Life has been unfaithful. And it all promised so so much. I am a relic. I am just a petrified cry. Wheeled out once a year, a cenotaph souvenir. The applause nails down my silence.
Hi Time magazine hi Pulitzer Prize. Tribal scars in Technicolor. Bang bang club AK 47 hour. . Kevin Carter. . Hi Time magazine hi Pulitzer Prize. Vulture stalked white piped lie forever.
Afraid of the sun. So afraid of the sky. Touch it and taste it. But don't reach too high. . Bewildered by them. Then so uncomplicated. All these feelings.
Blessed be the blade. Blessed be the scythe. Dionysos against the crucified. . Blessed be the blade. Blessed be the scythe. Dionysos against the crucified.
I see your sister in her Sunday dress. She's out to please, she pouts her best. She's out to take, no need to try. She's ready to make. . It's so easy, easy.
I see your sister in her Sunday dress. She's out to please. She pouts her best. She's out to take. No need to try. She's ready to make. . It's so easy, easy.
Into a vein exhibit the derelict. A secular mosaic distracted at birth. A cubist abstraction let it live forever. Narcissism so lonely so live by the sea.