The crowd was one (oblivion ran deep). A consciousness of cannon-fodder walking in its sleep. Vacant expressions (and don't look ahead). Everybody dance with the beautiful dead I said!.
I've tried to understand the ways of men they taught me. They've lost their values as we define a wealth. Semen and blood is all i've got, investments of a future.
Province, state and country. The great divide has come. Ten percent shall prosper. To them the kingdom come. . I can see trends behind trends. I can see.
All time was left behind. I made my way to the basic man assembly. Music filled the air and voices sing. Snd then the song became alive. . Stick hit the skin - i hit the stick.
Time means nothing. Time means nothing to me anymore. Twenty years ago. Twenty years ago and yesterday. All the same to me all the same to me. Yes all the same.
one man limited room to think. move with the lines in soft fat red. phase one environment experiment. this is your city with miracles spent. so dead. crime of flesh control is joyless.
All across the scenes the statues crumble. We cherished the seconds, counted the days. And people move with lines across their faces. Embracing each other with a smile.
The age of miracles, assent of man in strident tones. Realms of fantastic have been forged by folly speed and steel. Out of the cones stream forth, creation is not yet complete.
i heard the horn sound out the call. air began to shake. because it's hunting time again. senses start to wake. so you get up on your feet. and you gather into packs.
You're alone in the pack. You're feeling like you wanna go home. You're feeling life's finished, but you keep on going. The reason is there. You won't find it till you've been and gone because you're living a hoax!.
Primitive feeling. Primitive way. Getting closer. To the primitive day. . Intuition. Wherever it goes. The primitive day. The primitive way. . Primitive feeling.
In the morning as I come around, rub my eyes and look outside. Watching, absorbing the underworld - reflections of a monstrous soul within. Power stations and power games - this sickness called society.
Dress me up a thousand ways. You're counting down the days. 'Till I fall from my pedestal. And then you can rescue me. All the world can see. You're the centre of it all.
night time - turning out the sun. countdown - pulsing like a machine. conflict - cars and people, steel on flesh. night time - desperations sweat on breath.
The sun is setting in on England's green and pleasant land. AT dusk I leave the town to tear the fences down. And I ignore the voice of education sighing and crying in my head.
The multitude excites, the flags are flown. By fireside the programme starts. And i am running through this madness. And all the time i can't relate. .
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Nine tenths of the law than sic. Is possesion. Life expressed in matter is a blasphemy. . Success defined by aquisition stinks!. So busy trying to make a living i forgot about living.
Is it me or is it you. And can I find the answer. There's a new beginning, wooo. I wanna see you there. Is it me or is it you. Where my heart is calling.
only the righteous kiss those lips. too much guessing too much "need to believe". this is madness madness. why should i suffer when i can't see your eyes?.