Something's wrong with me..... Something's wrong with me..... Something's wrong with me..... No.. Nothing's wrong with me.. . From my perch. These mountains rise like razors.
Loud and proud. Loud and proud. . Alone, in the crowd. . Sometimes I feel more dead than alive. Sometimes I feel I can do it this time. Sometimes I feel so empty inside.
Who's there?. Who's there?. . And I remember flashes of laughter. And lunatics lost in your soul. Seductive propaganda scrolling across my mind. Like guerrilla cinema.
My life's scars run so deep. Deep as in before birth. Some things just won't ever change. Feed myself some more pain. . Bad memories of childhood. Corrupting innocence.
New beginning, thrust into our new consciousness. Final ending, all reversing, infinity is uncoiling. How can this be? Unwound eternity. The air is gone, atmosphere evaporated.
What and what we want and where want to go?. This future hum of the underground:. a vicious masquerade, a constant remembrance the old scars!. A desire to leave the pale sky behind and sail, sail across the globe!.
Shining in darkness the vary eyes of the lord o birds of prey announces the passing of time. With his piercing call. The thick dark leaves of the forest dance in the wind and in worshipful adoration.
So the vision began. And a mighty wind shook the roots of the nine worlds.. The great wolf of the night roused. And a deep slash cracked open the primordial ice..
The breeze, with its tossing about, speaks of the movements on the water. Surface and sends out the shivers.. . From those waves I will read the future fate..
Mark your body with the symbol of agony because I am the truth. Bend your head and lower your eyes because my light will shine upon you and will burn your sins.
I am the grey conqueror, he who's come by cold and storm. The grey wolf called by the full moon, and the snarling beast hidden in the cold mist. Brother Tree and Sister Stone.
In heaven's island,. Under the gold flowers of the sun. Into a drop of water,. I feel my earthly lover.... . Let me be in the romantic Middle age,. At the furthest beach in the universe.
As I learn to fly,. Like the white bird of the sea. I feel the immortal magic of the Etherial. With sun glowing,. Sun Glowing like gold. . Shine - like the sun.
I wanna hear what the man with the gun has to say. When he says what he has to say. I wanna know why the man has a gun. And the gun not the man, keeps the world at bay.
Maybe I should walk away and never show my face again. Join the ranks in apathy and down the world in one my friend. But I can't be indifferent to a world about to die.
If I can change one. (If I can change one). I can change two. (I can change two). . If I can change two. (If I can change two). I can change four. (I can change four).
I wear my skin like it's not a problem. Or is it a problem for you?. My past writes the page I walk on. . Today writes the past for. I wage my war in the name of living.
I am, I am, I am, I am,. I am not supposed to see what I see,. you are not supposed to turn your eyes,. I cannot believe I see what i see,. a bigger fool I guess to question why..
I want to kill myself. Yesterday woke again today. I want to live my life. Be myself. Right now I feel like. Nobody knows where I go please go. I want to be your life.