In The Absence Of The Sacred

Violence a natural reaction in a society whose advances are limited to its new technology;. different only in the current mode of destructive intent..

Into Decay

The most eloquent confession, your silence. The most admitting trait, your turning away. Avert your eyes and hush your struggling thoughts. Detachment assumed as life mutates into decay.

Is Anybody There?

Is anybody there?. is anybody listenin?. does anybody care?. can you actually say. that you don't give a shit about your future. and I am scared to think.

I Am Dmitri Karamazov And The World Is My Father

Inbred Vermin

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You act a pansy, pushover. Do live your fancy, go lower. Who's that, someone says your name. You seem chancy, moreover. . The call is mine. I'm gonna get you up.

In The Hands Of Storm

When northern storm is rising. He gathers the powers might. Travels through the highest skies. Alone forevermore, but so sublime. . Crying here to be free from mortal form, so valueless.

In Strange Slowfooted Fever

When the evening winds blow high. We will reach for the sky. Winters cold is drawing by. Will we wondering why?. . As the dew drips from the leaves. Open skies, chilly night.

Ivory Tower

Why mourn this travesty, hide this slow degradation. Claw and compete mindlessly. All things undone too late. . Craving our waking sleep. Is blinding us to this ivory tower.

I Will Wait

A white picket fence on the coast. wasn't ever my style. . We'll have a love that's worn in. 'cause it took us a while. . I'll see my past in the corners.

Industrie-mu00e4dchen

In Loving Memory

Verse 1:. Here you come again. To wake my dying pain. Don`t touch my old scar. Look inside and see who you are. . Once I was trustful. It seemed so unreal.

I Ain't Goin Back Again [explicit]

I Den Svataste Jord

In This Motherfucka

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I'm Wit It

I Know You Want Me

In The Dance