Please don?t dominate the rap, Jack If you?ve got nothing new to say If you please, go back up the track This train?s got to run today I spent a little
I wonder have you ever seen the sky And felt this weight upon open eyes New death sensation New death sensation IlluminationFlesh flowers dream to bloom
I let her sink, she'd hate to wake, I ripped her lips off of her face And store them now, with her guts in a jar. I can't take, I hate the way, That blood
Exiled and pushed away, lost in time, always I'll be This bitter person who's stuck right here disillusioned Don't stand by if you don't like what you
People stand in line People stand in line People stand in line A premonition of The killers angel eyes An Armageddon sky Tell it like it is It's like
i once had a girlfriend but then one day she dumped me and everywhere i go people would ask me where she was i don't want to talk about her someone always
Her mind engulfed with loathsome thoughts,the devil and dismay The burden of lifes' theatre and the stage on which we play Autumnal sun, no peace upon
Fucked on the gurney 'til you're black and blue, by beheaded banshees who cackle and coo. Who'd let a medic of blasphemous birth flavor his meat with
If bound by complication The ratio of my exaggeration Is all mixed up Is all mixed up between Meters and miles Meters and miles, yeah Meters and miles
Dead brides in white they make out all right Get up in the morning or the middle of the night I never work hard, I never do right
Die Wohnung in der Innenstadt Zu der nur ich den SchlA?ssel hab Niemals darf meine Frau erfahren Wohin ich geh' in all den Jahren Die Wohnung in
Beyond ability and control we could be weekend lovers Steal a sentence and make a catch phrase parole for our revolution Whispered all across the street
Lacrimosa dies illa, qua resurget ex favilla judicandus homo reus "..tainted memories of Balance lost, forever bury the truth of all unity..."
Woke up this morning, set off down the road Left behind me all those years searching for a common soul I've been looking for a thousand an' one distractions
I don't think that you're one of us A coated chrome doesn't rust from the inside out It's a ways down to ghost town I don't think that you're serious
Phoebe : White on white translucent black capes Back on the rack Bela Lugosi's dead The bats have left the bell tower The victims have been bled Red
I wonder have you ever seen the sky And felt this weight upon open eyes New death sensation Flesh flowers dream to bloom Illumination New death sensation
