Viva Las Vegas. . Bright light city gonna set my soul. Gonna set my soul on fire. Got a whole lot of money that's ready to burn,. So get those stakes up higher.
You see me now a veteran of a thousand psychic wars. I've been living on the edge so long where the winds of limbo roar. And I'm young enough to look at and far too old to see.
You see me now a veteran. Of a thousand psychic wars. I've been living on the edge so long. Where the winds of limbo roar. . And I'm young enough to look at.
See them standing in the foothills. Waiting for the kill. On wings of fear the terror sweeps. Into the city beat. . To defend, this is the pact. But when life's scorned.
I open my eyes. From a dreamless night. With a sense of dread. You could cut with a knife. So I'm thinking that. Maybe I killed somebody. You never know - you never know when.
In a distant place in time a pharaoh wandered. In his mind he could see a kingdom with this king they could not reason. Enslaved in the wish and the dream of a man who's planned their destiny.
I came to see the end. but it already began. a lifetime of consequence unleashed in a moment. I rolled up on the end. with my dick in my hand. where had the time gone and who are my friends.
A Vagrant People you shake your fist. The blade that cuts you turn and kiss. Your master hates you and he'll have your head. But I've opened graves and raised the dead.
Open the wound. And peel back the skin. Stench of rotten cunt meat. Put your cock in. . The hole is rotten. Your meat is getting sore. Along with the dead slut.
Cruelty has a human heart. Jealousy a human face. Terror the human form divine. Secrecy the human dress. . I won't rest, I just can't. Unless you caress.
Think of a horrific future forced to survive sheltered underground.. These are imagined sounds of the world above..
Incite the riot. Ignite the war. Blood covers the ground,. Yet we thirst for more. We fight for no purpose, no reason, just lust. Till you're face down in blood, piss, and rust.
I'll break my vow of silence. . Because I am what you told me you are. Because you showed me your unhealed scar. Revealed and died in your own eyes. Relieved me to see my own lies.
Why are you doing this to me? Have I done something wrong?. My childhood eyes can't see. Innocence! It was born in me,. stripped of my clothes, you ignored my plea. Violate!.
Is it the way you're speakin'?. Is it because I'm peakin'?. Twistin' your face, thumb in hand. But you gotta have your own space to play in. A collection of glass chickens.
(M. Biedermann). . Voices ringing burns my ears. I see faces in the mirror. Defying gravity in my sleep. As I fly from dream to dream. And I dream....
(M. Biedermann / M. Miner / G. Gilson). . Eye for eye. Tooth for tooth. You'll get yours. Before it's through. . Living war. Up to your knees in blood.
I could be the villain in your little book of break-ups. [Incomprehensible]. I could be a page in your little book of break-ups. Break ups, break ups.