Crunchy. Crunchy. Well you know you are a sweet little peacemaker. Crunchy. And you know you are a gender role breaker. Crunchy. . I want you to take me home.
I'm so far away, but I'm not here to stay, but I can't remain if you leave me this way.. I've been here so long, and I wrote all these songs to show you my love, but I guess that we're done..
- Theresa -. I know you often feel forgotten. in our family talking real is awkward. we don't say I love you we say are you hungry. and when we grow up we move away across the country.
It was a time of fear and hate. King's power was so cruel. It was so far, in the land of death. Only the strong survived. You've been suffering but you never cried.
When your hands speak, my body converted to ears. When you grasp for air, all my words undone. . This is it. . When your longing grows, I shall encircle you.
left man a fear of and anger despising the beauty of losing the derning context self. reproach and chaos no longer walking towards clarity yet not surrendering to the guilt complex.
RIPPING YOUR Heart and Soul out. Your Existence becomes a Narrow Path. Madness becomes you. Behold the Wicked Torch of Emptiness. . Travelling with Sanity.
A Man Escaped Jeffrey's Embrace. After Being Drugged At His. Grand Mother's Place. . He Drank A Cup Of Drug Laced. Coffee Jeffrey Poured. Then He Ended Up On Grandma's Basement Floor.
He'll be coming from Milwaukee. When he comes. He'll be coming to Chicago. When he comes. . He'll be coming from Milwaukee. Coming to Chicago. Coming from Milwaukee.
Dahmer Was Assigned To. Clean Up The Prison. Working With Two Other Guys. A Team Of Killers,. One With A Blunt Object. Would Soon End The Other Mens Lives.
Someone told me. That you've been telling some lies. Somehow I noticed. That you've been hiding your cries. . You close yourself. And cover your feelings.
Come! Come closer.... You, o Beauty, dressed in moonlight. and the snakeheads of ivy leaves. entwin e your white neck.... Come! Come here.... . spit on me, spit on me.
Your eyes, your concrete eyes.. Cross crisscross my path.... Walking in circular patterns.. Shoe shine your ammo, polish your metal.. I need not your wicked weapons..
I'll carry it out. Your will, it will be done. Bathe my feet amongst the wicked. Washing my mind in you alone. . Injecting my soul with red words. Building a structure.
The night has come to conquer the ember moon. The night has come to drown in the black heart's desire. Voices enter the root of thoughts and take them into the nocturnal void.
Everglowing sparks of augury. The celestial walls of gold. Just a windkissed illusion. Aeons die behind my countenance. Withering they are, just like windkissed llusions.
Yet there is another. Whose name is never pronounced. Because hes been exiled from both heaven and hell. cursed being in every kingdom,spiritual or material.
My hopes were running high. Left me like a morning tide. Everything I do is up to you. How can I still pretend. All the good things must end. Emotions are so easy to crush.
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