where are we going. well, place your bets. know all worth knowing. know nothing yet. full speed ahead. quickly, no-one's been. I don't know who you're racing.
is there anything worth fighting for?. where do we go but nowhere. I lean against my own restraints. traffic noise deflect the voices. felt strewn down but I still ain't.
Christ in Me. The hope of glory. Christ in me. My shelter from the storm. Should men of evil have their day. Or should the earth's foundation sway. But none of these can take away.
In the silence of darkness, among the shadows of the dead we hear. a wolf howling hungry to wake up children of the graves. Unripe Vengeance! The cult that serves as revenge.
I read your palm in a bowl of spit. It's not looking good. Spirits low, yes life is shit. I thought you understood. You say these words, "why just me.
i never again and again count it over. never again and again and again this. why?. . come on again and again on my power. and on the shame and my pain will i get this.
Ooh yeah, you know. You couldn't cause me any harm. Although, at times, I may get startled. I'm not alarmed. . I can see your eyes. I know when they're telling me untruths.
Running down a central reservation in last night's red dress. And I can still smell you on my fingers and taste you on my breath. Stepping through brilliant shades, all the color you bring.