Taking my time. Choosin' my line. Tryin' to decide what to do. Looks like my stop. Don't wanna get off. Got myself hung up on you. . Seems to me. You don't want to talk about it.
In the morning I pack up my gear. and toss it in my carryall. Run the wide load to the lip. and watch the big core crack and glow. . In the evening I undo my belt.
Takin' my time. Choosin' my lines. Try'n' to decide what to do. Looks like my stop. Don't want to get off. Got myself hung up on you. . Seems to me. You don't want to talk about it.
Takin' my time, usin' my line. Tryin' to decide what to do. Looks like my stop, don't wanna get off. Got myself hung up on you. . Seems to me. You don't want to talk about it.
Defeat in spiritless action. Isolation - burn the greenwood. Order of the vertical path. Descendent. Crawl in the remnants of one thousand lies. Restaging.
Come death of dearling. The claws of the raven hold fast. Oh, enticed and starving. A lustful revenge to the last. . Unlight flood, the seeker's eye. Unlight flood, the seeker's eye.
Devoid of life. Far from the strengthening force. From which it feeds. The unbroken silence swear allegiance to thee. Behold the answers that darkness sets free.
Come and dance through my vanity's hall. Welcome to my exhibition. Ornaments fall. The fate of my art, condemned. . And the creative seed. That grows to the tune of the harvest song.
Silence in shivering solitude. Obligations pressure for all to bear. All the pitiful answers, the innocent lies. Can mere words fill. The emptiness from which I fed?.
Strange love dance, the dividing line. The dividing line. . We shall burn, we shall burn the earth. We shall burn, we shall burn our lives. . For the tallest tree shall battle most.
No one survives such an attack. And we all stood like monuments. Baring the nails in her back. . Still moving sinews. In a graceful impression of life.
For we're the outstretched fingers. That seize and hold the wind. . The strangeness of awakening. In an oh, so silent world. Breathlessly waiting for the first.
Wings of fire burn the night, night. Slumbering eyes their flares shall greet. Let the past cling on its futile self. And may the present rush for the future's glare.
Give me the drink of the fluid. That disintegrates. And lend me the sweet balm and blessing. Of forgetfulness, empty and strong. Lethe, Lethe. . Hold me near, unravel the stars.
Gently hold our heads. Gently hold our heads on high. . Aimless time in fear now hide. Overthrow the plan. Confusion lies in all my words. Mad is the soul.
How hungry we've become. Like animals naked in shame. Fed with the hooves of apocalypse. That galloped down. Disordered worlds behind. . From word to a word, I was led to a word.
Time conceals itself in error. When all is turned to lie. Blissful rapture flee from me. The liquid light shares its grandeur. Spring of eden shall never run dry.
For thou sweeps me. In thy robe of guilt. With garments forged. In spiteful steel. No tainted pride. Shall make conviction cease. . But none shall be unto thee proven.
Drenched in the perfume of hell. Impasto of burning oils. Forming continents on my. Outstretched naked body, erupting. . Crimson. Stains of shame. Stains of shame.
With each daring new concept. Creation and form. One fragment of shelter. From heaven be torn. . The bleeding through barriers. Shine of redemption. The taste of renewal.