Every night you can hear a sound. Pulsating all around. Every night you can hear a sound. A sound that won't go down. . Late at night, she awakes. Arising from her tomb.
Was I the prize inside your box. the TV shows that kept us locked. just add water to the mix. and send me off to get my kicks. . I should have stayed in your arms.
What are you doing next saturday week?. Would you like to come to a party with me?. Eddie and Theresa are getting engaged. Should be really good, something to look forward to.
Oh, who are the people in your neighborhood?. In your neighborhood?. In your neighborhood?. Say, who are the people in your neighborhood?. The people that you meet each day.
Well I'd know my dog. Anywhere hear him bark. Well I know my rider. If I see her in the dark. . Ain't it cold for your mother. When you don't say that you love me?.
Beyond the mountains of madness. Crossing the river Acheron. Lies the crimson battlefield. Where Father and son will cross their blades. On a flaming bat-shaped chariot.
Godless descendant of my blood. Impudent son of Erihtho. You dare to provoke my power. So come and feel my ruthless wrath. On a night of a fiery moon.
Under light that I have never seen. Go to the light, reach up to the beam. Under light, under light. Reach up to the sun or you can run. . Found the roof, the smallness of it all.
I've tried so many times. Have lied when we were blind. You act all so concerned. It seems you'll never learn. Don't say I'm evil inside. You just reflect in my eyes.
She leaves her brains at the door. She drops her guts on the floor. She only listens out for everyday noises. She very calmly ignores. The little things she abhors.
This job runs you. This day kills you. This suit owns you. This man tells you. . What to do. You like being bought?. You like being sold?. You like being owned?.
We are guided by the moon. Into our palace tomb. Shred of dead King Midas. Whose gold turned into stone. . Children of the grave. Entombed in a faceless day.
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Juliet and Romeo sitting on the patio. Looks like they're under a mistletoe. They think it's true love that they show. . What they need to make convey.