This room is screaming emptiness. silence breaks the air. it leaves me lying on the floor. it leaves me dying there. crawling through the trenches. you stand behind each door.
In this fading image. we'll carve our destiny. sometimes life is a cruel friend. sometimes that's what we need. I'll hold my eyes when the. light comes in.
Where the light burns a little brighter. where the shadows dance on the walls. where holy men hide their holy secrets. the sacredness of life is sold.
Shifting inside patterns. the division multiples. echoing the mystery. mimicking the slide. sound searching slowly. below the flaming web. moving with his eyes like fire.
Hide the window watching. give hands that push the faces back. shiver in the alleys. and dying in the cold. little hands and little faces. what are you running from?.
Rolling back towards the continent. instrumental forces die. save excitement for line behavior. signal shifting to enter flight. my back is burning. in the heat of the atmosphere.
Call the card. left to lay. just a path. against our future days. lay direction. read the face. understand our crooked ways. smile at this. directed plain.
Think I met you somewhere in my dreams. And you held this feeling deep inside. Let me with your Visions haunting Demon. And I wish so hard, I think I cried.
Our Story Starts So Very, Very Deep Underground. Unaware Of The Legions They Are Building Down There. Then Comes The Sound, A Shrill Signal Loud Enough To Drown.
Ladies and gentlemen. Boys and ghouls. Step right up. Behind this curtain lies a ghastly concoction. Of delight, horror, fantasy and terror. Your every wish is our command.
As the salmon swim upstream, reddened with decay. To die there in their birthplace, so will I change. As the stream becomes inert and the wildflowers fade.
The flesh is weak, it goes one way. For these weeks of winter days, this cold won't go away. Through the young and carefree years, danger always was there near.
There she walks again. There she walks again. There she walks again. . Looks like porcelain. Talks like Chaplin. Always finds herself in with the in crowd.
We are the hunted. We are the dreamers. One of the crowd. Together were louder. . Yes it may be true. If youre only you. You could be targeted for. all the bold things you do.
Who loves pain? Life is not worth livin'. It's evil. . We're all demons today. Come down and feel the pain. It burns straight through you. And makes a hole in your soul.
Beyond cruel received. The comfort in a broken heart. Now palette shades. An image after life. . Alone, surrounded by a million faces. One by one. I see the judgment in your eyes.
There is no stopping of what can't be stopped. There is no killing of what can't be killed. . There is no stopping of what can't be stopped. There is no killing of what can't be killed.
We welcome you. To the city of hate,. Where we're blind. . We clash in the streets,. You'll hear the sound of broken bones. And we say it's alright.. .
Touch me, touch me, make me giggle. Make me giggle, make me sigh. More, more, more, more. Touch me, touch me, touch me, touch me. Make me giggle, make me sigh.
If your pad is a wax museum. Be a swinger if you dare. Join the ranks of the young and exotic. Following a millionaire. A glass and a shaker. Our host is a real scene-maker.