Depression is calling. Its face has been shown. Direction nowhere. A world painted black. . And when I reach the highest point. It finally crushes me down.
easy to understand the. burials and the reasons why. as flies feast on the remenance. enhanced corrosion of its. soul-like vessel as. we all wither. zero concessions for the trivia of creed.
a circle - dwell as part. the cycle - dwell as part. to flourish - live within. to nourish - live within. so harvest the fallen. return what is given.
Near lifeless skin stretched. Over a prone skeleton. An image branded for all time. Within my memory. . Pursuit began, seeking pleasure. Delivered with a price.
I walked on dusty roads. On burning lands. The wind picked up my sigh. The dust swallowed up my steps. Dark changed the light. The sky wasn't blue longer.
I feel the light is calling me. Slowly I leave my body. The power Thrills me. A kind of dark tunnel. At the and of the way, the light's waiting for me.
It brought us the sign, death and torture. Waking up te sleeping fire of our fears. Or the hope that was waiting for the divine sign. Shaking and bried deep..
Savage sphere, killing floor. Spiritual spite in this one coursed world. cluttered mass - one takes four. decadence our daily bread, our overall. This is why earth coincides.
Let's call this everything what is seems. A violent distortion of ALL my dreams. Just to spite the cold that seems to feed. And still it burns inside of me.
And I pray salvation leaves you here again. And if I swear for you, I've seen the end. I bear this weight for you and now if seems to me. . Every time that I try to give you peace of mind.
This time you couldn't walk away from me. This time there was nowhere you could hide. This time I wanted all the answers. This time I really thought I was prepared.
Call me temptress.. Call me a whore.. That's just a price tag.. I'm not for sale.. Don't be so obvious,. It's so unattractive,. You know.. . You're singing in you sleep..
I'm in line for the murder. First come fist served. You aim for across the hall, your vision blurred. is this what you want from me, to hear me scream?.
I'm in line for the murder. First come fist served. You aim for across the hall, your vision blurred. is this what you want from me, to hear me scream?.
It's only sometimes I feel this alone.. It's not the worst times that scare me the most.. Living a dream is running away from conscience. Just seconds away..
You're a worker bee. Can't you see?. A cog in the wheel. Of their factory. You'll do what you're told. Until you grow old. Or you get laid off. Because the company's sold.
Sitting around watching T. V.. Taking it slow, taking it easy. Wanting to buy, wanting to hide. And I'm wondering, wondering, wondering why.. Why is the word I want to hear.
Who am I. D. R. I.. Who am I?. Three simple words. Who am I?. A human being. Who am I?. This weird thing. Who am I?. Not what I seem.