I prefer starting forest fires. To the company of others. Fuck acceptance. For this crap sake of breathing. . Investing in friends. To be some freeloading turd.
They implanted bombs in their stomachs. And then they started to talk. Their tummies would feel funny. They knew the bombs were activated.
Black metal is gay as a Catholic priest. Slouching toward Gomorrah. Face painted like Gene Simmons at Halloween. With a tongue up some kids rump looking for candy.
Once I sat down and pondered. About a sense I have wondered. I have searched my deep, inner core. And I said... to think I shall not anymore.... . The thought has aged me whole.
Immune to life... I'll always die. In the palms of heaven, where serpents lie. Life is Death - postponed. . Bedeviled Paradise... web of all sin. Ethereal shadows rise, postmortem redeemed.
Towers.... Deity forged architecture. Swirling in and out of form. Enveloped in the arms of dark matter. Towers...mercurial and flowing.... . My work is done.
The birch tree in winter. Leaning over the secret pool. Is Narcissus in love. With the slight white branches,. The slim trunk,. In the dark glass;. But,.
[Music: Z. Nilsson, J. Hjelm, D. Dlimi / Lyrics: T. Dahlstrm]. . I love you Satan, my father, my pride. You showed me the right things to do. Reject the poison of god.
I can't shhot something thet dosen't exist. I can't forget about what's in me. I can't vomit what i didn't eat. I can't hide from the shadow. I can't fight with a monster.
It's hard to belive in your luck of interest. To belive in your pure intention. To trust an ignoramus like you is to go nowhere!. Blind!!! i don't want to follow you!!.
... And the night got swollen. Bloated like a man drowned. In the river. That night I turned on no light. There was nothing to look at. The big and black one arrived.
Sweetheart!. Pack your lunch!. Pack your extra magazine!. We have a wonderful day ahead!. Your Magnum is laying by the phone. Ready for the day. Don't look that way, honey.
Swimmin' in s... I've got all on command. Always, everywhere I've got something to do,. The screams of blockheads - almost shootin' the dead. Oh! What's the stink, revolutions in my brain!.
Mylaem, e nie byem w porzdku. Lub, na przykad frajerem. Miaem powd, powd by sprbowa. By co wygra. Trzeba walczy. Ostatni pener, ostatni pener w okolicy.
Butterfly precedes a broad and she's big carier of death. I'm selling small - time s... so I can buy some bread. horse is eating horse, rain beats against my butt.
This soil is dripping with the blood of angels. I can almost touch their hands through the ground. My eyes are filled with pride. For this land of the dead.
A fallout force - a fatal vision. Battlestar Abigor. Decolour the universe in its purest shape. Give birth to the constant of death. Immortality and departure of the eternal stardust.