Subconscious Strange Sensation. Unconscious relaxation. What a pleasant nightmare. And I can't wait to get there again. Every time I close my eyes. There's another vivid surprise.
I remember when we were so young. You embraced my fears and made me strong. Never did you actually hold my hand. Your silence no one else would understand.
He seemed no different from the rest. Just a healthy normal boy. His mama always did her best. And he was daddy's pride and joy. . He learned to walk and talk on time.
6th Degree - Six Degrees of Inner Turbulence. . I. OVERTURE. . II. ABOUT TO CRASH -. . She can't stop pacing. She never felt so alive. Her thoughts are racing.
(Past). Shine - lake of fire. Lines take me higher. My mind drips desire. Confined and overtired. . Living this charade. Is getting me nowhere. Can't shake this charade.
Headline: "Murder, young girl killed. Desperate shooting at Echo's Hill. Dreadful ending, killer died. Evidently suicide". . A witness heard a horrifying sound.
To rise, to fall. To hurt, to hate. To want, to wait. To heal, to save. . Can't hear it, we fear it. Awareness won't come near it. Distractive, reactive.
Lost in the sky. Clouds roll by and I roll with them. Arrows fly. Seas increase and then fall again. . This world is spinning around me. This world is spinning without me.
There, there it is. I swear he's gonna murder that poor kid. Wait, I hear it again. Don't turn on the lights until we. Hear the way it ends. . Under Peruvian skies.
It doesn't make any sense. This tragic ending. In spite of the evidence. There's something still missing. . Heard some of the rumours told. A taste of one's wealth.
A single star behind me. A red sky burns ahead. A lonely light below me. Awake among the dead. An overwhelming feeling. Leaves me numb and strange. A sense of new beginning.
A single star behind me. A red sky burns ahead. A lonely light below me. Awake among the dead. An overwhelming feeling. Leaves me numb and strange. A sense of new beginning.
Waiting. In the calm of desolation. Wanting to break. From this circle of confusion. . Sleeping. In the depths of isolation. Trying to wake. From this daydream of illusion.
She dresses in black everyday. She keeps her hair simple and plain. She never wears makeup. But no one would care if she did anyway. . She doesn't recall yesterday.
Sometimes, for a moment of bliss. And the passion, we're craving. There's a message we miss. Sometimes when the spirits left alone. We must believe in something.
Sometimes, for a moment of bliss. And the passion, we're craving. There's a message we miss. Sometimes when the spirits left alone. We must believe in something.
Daybreak. at the bottom of lake. it's a hundred degrees I can't breathe. And I won't get out. 'til I figure it out. Though I'm weak like I can't believe.
He seems alone and silent. Thoughts remain without an answer. Afraid and uninvited. He slowly drifts away. . Moved by desire and fear. Breaking delicate wings.
There was no time for pain. No energy for anger. The sightlessness of hatred. slips away. Walking through winter streets. alone. . He stops and take a breath.
Open your eyes. And turn off your mind. Step right up folks and you will find. Agrowing trend. An epidemic. Spread with zen. And hypodermics. . Just close your mind.