What makes us tick?. Are we mentally sick?. . Feeling inside that drive us like pride. Or emotional scars from our friends that have died. What makes us build walls so incredibly high?.
Early man walked away as modern man took control. Their minds weren't quite the same, to conquer was his goal. Built his great empire and slaughtered his own kind.
Early man walked away as modern man took control. Their minds weren't quite the same, to conquer was his goal. Built his great empire and slaughtered his own kind.
Drug infested, narcotic, electric, schizophrenic. Murderer arrested, a child molested, a race detested. A building burnt down, insurance invested. Homelessness lingers all around.
One day on the block. I was speaking to a close partner. A black Caddie rolled up. (I shot ya). I felt my soul reach back thru times. With my youth was cold and gritty.
Interception, contortion, domineering, ignoring, Cancellation of frustration. far cry from realization, between suffocation's mind.. Dulling lies, there is no alive, WHEN THE DEAD COME HOME everyone smiles, when they're dead. Psychology of fear, the agony.
Manic Depression!. My spastic obsession!. Lose and fall and fail and stop.. I make my way back from the top.
See the people walking down the street. Fall in line just watching all their feet. They don't know where they wanna go. But they're walking in time. .
Have I stopped to think about these moments in between. Concerned not with life, while existence stands at the edge of a knife. We eat the lies then drink and dance to the insect song.
Closed eyes that walk among us, building castles in the air. Lost in degeneration, absence in all you know. Shed skin to hide reflection leaving no trail behind.
[Comprix / Owens]. . Can you tell me what this thing is. That you've written about me. That causes people so much pain. Why do you do this. . [Chorus:].
Das verbannte Leid. begraben in der Leichenblsse. verursacht leblose Erregung. in der flamme meines welken Herzens. . Wenn totes Leben. am Ende der Nacht versinkt.
Produced from the maelstrom of neglection. my nocturnal prayer died away. in the unreality of a never ending happiness. "My prayer...?". "Died away in eternity!".
Wolves in the night searching for prey. Children of darkness, choires of dismay. Joining the wind in their cries in the night. Haunting the darkness devouring your fright.
We are not dead. . My life is much different to yours, I can assure you. You know no one like me. . On the outside we all look the same. But behind closed doors is where we all really live.
Our unity of war and art. Lost the human creed. Here youre no more than a shade. Of blood that never bleeds. The silence breaks, the die is cast. Ignore our final pleas.
An odd unreality. Macabre life at home. Dominating Father figure. Sadist to the bone. Ape-like looks the doting parent. Prone to fits of rage. Sadist and a Mother's boy.
Harvest growth to captivate. Liberate your mind. Seek the truth, co-operate. Removal of the grind. . Supposition, theorise. Germinate and seed. Draw into aseity.
Dedicated to the memory of Elizabeth Bathory 1560-1640. . All dressed in gold and purple the beauty awaits the night. Knowing what will satisfy. Aware of Her delight.