I'm an anarchist, no wait, I'm an Antichrist. Couldn't find a third six of my scalp so I used a knife. Scratched it in, I'm wasted, getting trashed again.
men as trees, walking. . outside angels fall for us. outside giants rule again. outside we'll become like them. outside oh what a fine day. . I have my own symbols to dress.
a different world waits for me. a hideaway from all that's wrong. across the waves to enchanted isles. far away and there we'll stay. . we all live troubled lives.
"I am alone: there is no God where I am". pass the fields of white. leave the dead behind. so many impressions that night. everything surrounded by tears.
outside we sit at night and watch the stars and satellites. then we go inside, warm up our hands but not. the chill in my heart. . harmony harmony harmony.
look at the cat, it flies above my head. how will you live, how will you like it. look at the cat, it flies above your head. I can seldom be with you, I'm in doubt.
if it's good to live then it's better to be asleep dreaming. . has it all gone or will I fall awake. will I never return to be the same again. . droplets of memory are all that remain.
"everything is alright" you said. "it was all just a joke" you smiled. and I felt happy, I felt released. but as I woke this dream did cease. . yet Carcassonne was never so far.
This is the archetype that pre-exists the man. Evil is an inner voice that transcends the life's principle. It is shameful and sharp, but secretly desired.
If you get to know. The deepest feeling. You'll know well what pain means. When it's about real. Inner suffering. That bothers you 'til you're down on.
Rambling faces. Between foggy rails. Together alone. It's a gathering place. . Hide behind yourself. I can't understand. Walk on your own way. Maybe you will find a man.
Nobody knows who I am behind this mask of mine. I don't wanna hear you askin' me you will never know. The fire that burned you through my eyes has you.
It's a different day, your time has come. The lying interests betray you. Don't think about revenge, forget it. There's nothing you could do. . Your way has been written.
Dig your way to misery. Spark eternal hatred. Burn all bridges. Set it free. Your time here has been altered. . Awakening. Free your mind. Insanity made you blind.
Don't you want to see how it ends?. Gaze the comets that scrape the sky. Close eyes and make a wish?. Don't you pray for the stars to fall?. Eternally burning chaotic brightness.
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Originally performed by Moonspell. . Mother Tongue speaks to Me. In the strangest way I've ever seen. I know that she sees in Me. Her proudest child, her purest breed.