: Time for the burning... Wings that smolder all futures, with no respect for all beings. (They) Seethe, like rivers of loathing and foretell the end
: In a still vision, of chains and pain, she is the grinder, the dawn is hers. There's no permission to enter back, so flesh is weak and breathless yet
: The weeping skies... Oh, drowned in such sweetness, feeling the emptiness of moments, I cannot breathe because of my stupor in seeing things not every
: Oh how hurting was the touch, lived as an omen of farewell... greyness fell upon an already darkened dream, when never seen the sorrow, when never
: Lost in the woods, a world unseen, she came to me, the fairy queen. So frozen eyes enlighten my path, the strangest eyes I've ever met. Yes, the fairy
: [The Mud And The Blood] This walk through an endless path Of all the obscure shapeless When life is blood and blood is wrath Skulls with eyes so senseless
: In a slow dance, we're proceeding, into this ritual... of stillness. As if no fate... is waiting, we are down... on our knees, melting down... With
: Memories of an old mariner carved on a rotten table of the ancient vessel. Memories on the rotten table... I carved in these words throughout journeys
: Step by step on through the void through these veins of rust we wander. Among the shadows of life I'm scared of ghosts yet to come, all the ruins of
: See him wasted on the sidewalk in his jacket and his jeans Wearin' yesterday's misfortunes like a smile Once he had a future full of money love and
: See him wasted on the sidewalk in his jacket and his jeans, Wearin? yesterday?s misfortunes like a smile-- Once he had a future full of money, love
: I would just like to say that I'm trying my best to understand perfect love As I'm falling down again So forget what I told you about back home, you
: They pissed around me and tried to drown me They wake in panic to a poisoned attic They wake in panic The pigs around me will try to drown me When
: Suicide... my only thought Like the silence in the dark it haunts my world A lonely soul, lost from the path of life I am weak... I am strong...I am
: Beans, beans, beans Daddy ate some beans He was happy, happy, happy And he ate some beans Naked, naked, naked Sitting cross-legged Naked, naked, naked
: A movement is accomplished in six stages and the seventh brings return the seven is the number of the young light it forms when darkness isn't creased
: An Idealistic concept, I came off vulnerable. A five year age-gap reject, I shiver without cold. I was the blank wallpaper. Your harsh brush wanted
: Let's break free from this farce, & I'll recite words from a photograph. How original... Can't see this getting worse, my transmissions fail... Lost