I'm here, I'm here. On another planet. How's it with you. On your planet?. . All was surreal. On this planet. I felt so regal. It was so romantic. . Now, it's all changed.
All she could ask for. How could she want more?. Down by the river. Her body lies cold. . Dream me an empire. Dream me ocean floor. Dream me an alibi.
He Moa Kane (ancient Hawaiian riddle). . Above is red -- below is red. hear the ringing voice.... a strutting rooster.
My beloved autopsy ward, the product of hospital. architects. Inspected and approved by the College of American. Pathologists. Adjacent to the morgue and behind the administrative.
Ravaged, torn, and punctured-the carcass oozes from. multiple wounds. Avulsed and sliced, the dermis weeps pus and purge. fluid with clear, viscous goo.
So sorry, it got out of hand. Sometimes it happens, You understand. The prisoners broke free, inside of them was our experiment. Like LSD to go public it was never meant.
The story I tell you is old, in fact the oldest in the world. I feel that it must be told, 'til now no one's ever heard. Somewere in time there's a school, a boy went there to read and write.
Can't believe there is a future. for the children of today. Corrupted politicians are standing in their way. don't let the system fool You,. all that they want is to rule You.
[Lyrics & Music - Andrea Cipolla]. . All you need is gore. lust for violence.. . All you need is gore. my blood is red. like the blood running from you..
[Lyrics & Music - Andrea Cipolla]. . At 6:47 p.m. there's the new episode of Addicted To Murder. Brains fly. Skating on red globules. It's a good telefilm.
I heard a small man say that God. is on our side.. I don't think in heaven. that they're waving the stars and stripes.. It seems a simple mind, feeds the foolish man..
I have to forget, push things from my head. I've got to leave that past of blood and tears. My brain injected, information infected. I'm absorbed, lost in my storm.
In a world. Where we think. That we've seen. Everything. In a world. Where we think. That we rise above. All things. In a time. That is so fast. You have to run.
The soil here is hard in summer. so I buried my father in a tomb of rocks,. a plot behind St. Catherines church. to lay rest the gilded dreams of pitiable men..
The Northern Wind over Glacier Park. carries the musk of the elken rut:. An ammonia stench, thick with lust,. the scent of battle, death and conquest..
Night is falling on the Earth. Will ever show life light of day?. It's the end but where is source?. Why did the sunbeam go away?. Do you remember time when sky was blue?.
Time. It's time to open your own eyes. Gods will accept your sacrifice. Turn around - bloody faces grinning to you. Groaning world is waiting for you.
Feeling scared, don't know why. Everyone are staring. I want to get out of here. Dropping out, wanna shout. In despair I'm fighting. I'm living in a world filled with fear.
it's only me my friend. your private lucifer. an angel heaven sent down to your deepest fears. walk with me. talk to me again. in your sleep. when you're weak astray.