Starlit night. The moon is shining bright. You are the one that I need. Up at your window. I see a shadow. Silhouette of your grace. Here's this flower.
Every night I dream the same dream. Of getting older and older all the time. I ask you now, what does this mean?. Are these problems just in my mind?.
I sit alone in my bedroom. Staring at the walls. I've been up all damn night long. My pulse is beating, my love is yearning. . I hold my breath and close my eyes and.
I'm sitting in the supermarket. On the disposable shelf. I'm kinda like a sandwich. I kinda need some help. Most people they pass me up. Some stop and buy.
I have a private hell. of excellent quality. i've dwelt there for years. playing with my tears. it's tasteful, luxurious. and full of sexuality. . And though there are tears.
Another turning point, a fork stuck in the road. Time grabs you by the wrist, directs you where to go. So make the best of this test, and don't ask why.
I was drawn.... Riding atop a black horse.. Whatever past there was,.... I could only observe.... Where the trouble starts.. Where does it end?. How can I be cured,....
Once I stood in the night with my head bowed low. In the darkness as black as could be. And my heart felt alone and I cried,"Oh Lord. Don't hide Your face from me".
Kronos is drumming. And time is running.. Enter the Aeon. And bring back the past. . Wheel of fortuna. dancing with Shiva. Spin to the newborn. who live to the last..
I remember I was asking why. And someday you said I'd know. All these years, of fighting hard. And now it's finally come too close. . I can't believe it's now happening to me.
Another turning point, a fork stuck in the road. Time grabs you by the wrist, directs you where to go. So make the best of this test, and don't ask why.
Mr. Trouble never hangs around,. when he hears this Mighty sound,. . Here I come to save the day!. That means that Mighty Mouse is on the way!. . Yes sir, when there is a wrong to right,.
Welcome to the world of the manic depressed.. Hopped up on Valium and in cardiac arrest.. Hold me closer when this world ends.. . To become prosthetic and disinfect our friends..
Something breaks inside of you. With the spectacle of all the shows. With fifteen fights and your six bucks. Has gone up some promoters nose.. Jaded eyes see clearly, but only half of what's there.
This highway divides one more day,. They said it's suicide for me to run away,. How long will I survive,. I think to myself,. How far will this go,. Only they know,.
Do you have the time to listen to me whine. About nothing and everything all at once. I am one of those. Melodramatic fools. Neurotic to the bone. No doubt about it.
(Es wechselt nie seine Farbe. Es wechselt nie seine Gestalt). As they stare into our flesh. At the end of what comes next. . (Kann ich deine Hand halten?.
This is the age of make-believe. Or a reality series. Television, murder city dreaming of tomorrow. Am I alive or fantasy?. . Give me murder, give me loss.
Not quite a fembot. But almost an alien. She's in the smell of the month club. I feel it in my lungs. . Lesbian junkie funky. Slam dunk a cosmonaut. Laser guns and having fun.
Hello, hey, this is Brandon but my friends call me Spike now. I just moved out of my parents house in Danville. To this wicked warehouse in Oakland. Anyway, I spent most of the day spare-changing on the avenue.