Madness in the wind's got somethin' to say It ripped you apart It will always be that way It said kingdom's coming, causes chaos Will cut to pieces The
The young man held a gun to the head of God Stick this holy cow Put the audience in action Let the slaughtered take a bow The old man's words, white
it'll take you to the top and out to the edge shoot up needles through your blood lay ice under your sledge shift, crank, pull shift, crank, pull adrenaline
My heart is a black stone A streaking mirror of unseen creatures He had a milkness from the universe Eighteen thousand feet, a black stone heart My heart
All we ever wanted was everything All we ever got was cold Get up, eat jelly, sandwich bars and barbed wire And squash every week into a day Oh oh oh
Go and look for the dejected Once proud idol remembered in stone aloud Then on coins his face was mirrored Take a look, it soon hath slithered To a fractured
We tried to fly Is it so high? We don?t think so We don?t think so Are we looked at? Are we set back? Can we fake him Emulate him? Time is breaking
Running without aim Through the razor weeds That only reach my knees And when I'm lying in the gray sleep I don't know how to walk the boards I open my
Dancing on hot tiles Dancing on tender hooks We're dancing down Church aisles Dancing on Holy Books Dancing on crocodiles Dancing on hallowed ground Dancing
Caressing bent up to the jug again with sheaths and pills Invading all those stills in a hovel of a bed I will scream in vain Oh please miss lane, leave
He was in his room, half awake, half asleep The walls of the room seem to alter angles Elongating and shrinking alternately Then twisting around completely
I dare you To be real To touch To touch a flickering flame The pangs of The pangs of dark delight Don't cower Don't cower in night fright Don't back
What do you want of me? What do you long from me? A slim Pixie, thin and forlorn, a count, white and drawn What do you make of me? What can you take from
To the great indian in the sky Our father resides in no sky So this a form of patricide In which the children also die The Endless Summer of The Damned
We're going down We're going down We're going down To the kamikaze dive Pussy Galore Fishnet leatherette Psuedo sumo wrestler Dangerous dances The dragons
Hazy four o'clock shadows Commence the seance Nine lives on the spirits 'Til the desert suns prevail In every scream eternal Locks out boredom forever
[Incomprehensible] Man who was mortally wounded by war Kept on fighting Man who was cut to the quick by love He kept on loving Man who was mercilessly
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