[i]Propel, propel, propel your craft
gently down liquid solution
ecstatically, ecstatically, ecstatically, ecstatically,
existence is but an illusion.[/i]
Pull the pin, drop it in, let it wash away your
Pull the pin, drop it in, let it wash away your
Pull the pin, drop it in, let it wash away your
Pull the pin, drop it in, let it wash away your
Pull the pin, drop it in, let it wash away your
[b]Darkness, (Darkness)
The End of Days.
Planets, (Planets)
Kinetic Haze.
Arrive, (Arrive)
The Last Dimension.
Reject, (Reject)
The Apprehension
No matter, (No matter)
We don’t look Back.
The Storm, (The Storm)
Electric Black.
This war, (This War)
Is fueled by vengeance.
The Story, (The Story)
Has been Predicted. [/b]
[i]Zetsubou wa amai wana tozasareta sono tobira
Kokoro ga senjou dakara dare ni mo sukuenai
Zenmai no shinzou ga unmei ni ayatsurare
Biriki no heitaitachi wa satsuriku o hajimeru
Inochi sae mo moteasobu no ka koware kaketa otogi no kuni de
Mune no okuni hashiru itami o dou ka zutto wasurenu mama de[/i]
Vi såg hur du haltade, vi såg hur du sprang
Med tårar på kinden och hjärtat i brand
Med längtan i bröstet, du stod där och sa:
Snart skiner Poseidon och Blåvitt står kvar!
[i]Attention!
Unbelievers
Fashion victims
Opportunists
Blood sport
Cop killer
Don’t trust art
Don’t trust culture
Cancel your thoughts out forever
Milk it and strain it to residue
An insult that dilates forever
Passing from history that’s made from arrangements
Of tannoys and cordons in symmetry
That cancel forever
Forever![/i]
[FONT=‘Arial Narrow’][i]Man dies he was stricken with a scepter.
In his hands clutching ancient script.
Foretold of world’s destruction,
Blackened acid leaking from his lips.
Night raven casts alarming shadows,
Dwellers hide fearing ending times.
A sharpened trident blessed by elder wizards.
Not enough to quell the deth Tonight
Black cloud.
Countdown.
Oceans, blood.
Beasts, drown.
Lights dim.
Moon dies.
Earth’s heart
Leaks life.
They bow,
Spare us of our sins.
Spare us of our sins.
Spare us of our sins.
Too late now,
The end it must begin.
The story it has been
Alive within your skin
Bargain,
Sacrifice,
One will give their life,
The youngest virgin soul.
Deny,
The frenzied panicking.
Slaying our own king,
Anarchistically.
Chaos.
The screaming coward filth.
The family blood is spilled,
Too scared to know the guilt.
Farewell.
The ending must arrive.
The locusts come to thrive,
No one will survive.[/i][/FONT][/SIZE]
When I come to terms, to terms with this
When I come to terms, to terms with this,
My world will change for me.
I haven’t moved since the call came
Since the call came I haven’t moved
I stare at the wall, knowing on the other side
The storm that waits for me.
[i]My skin’s no shelter
“emoticons” lie and I’m exposed
but my tears are all out
dry eyes always hurt the most
I can lead my life
Coz there’s no love, no love left here
master of disguise
I’ve been in your sky and you weren’t there
A motorcycle man
And Jesus was his name
He’s out on his ride
Believe and never die
his appearance is said
to have made him live a life of shame, but
pockets of humanity
made them embrace the long haired man
and I envy them…
but I wont follow rules
made up thousands of years ago
and changed by hands of men
according to some current trend
Leave here while you can
Or answer to the man
You know he’s everywhere
Isn’t that a scare…[/i]
Please stop.
Wasn’t there a rule against posting full lyrics?
Please don’t take anything I say personally, but the pony stuff, man; cool it a bit.
(listento it!)[/SIZE]
I grabbed hold of her wrist and my hand closed from tip to tip
I said “you’ve taken the diet too far, you have got to let it slip”
But she’s not eating again, she’s not eating again, she’s not eating again, she’s not eating again.
I ask her to speak French and then I need her to translate, I get the feeling she makes the meaning more significant.
She was always far too pretty for me to believe in a single word she said, believe a word she said.
At fourteen her mother died in a routine operation, from allergic reaction to a general anesthetic. She spent the rest of her teens experimenting with prescriptions, in a futile attempt to know more than the doctors.
She said one day to leave her, sand up to her shoulders waiting for the tide
to drag her to the ocean, to another sea’s shore.
This thing hurts like hell,
but what did you expect?
Genesis - The Knife
Tell me my life is about to begin,
Tell me that i’m a hero,
Promise me all of you violent dreams,
I guarantee all you will need them
Now, in this ugly world,
Get ready to fight for your freedom
Now, when i give the word,
Get ready to destroy all this evil
Now -
Stand up and fight, for you know we are right
We will strike at the lies
That have spread like disease through our minds.
Soon we’ll have won and we’ll treasure this worth
With our winnings and kindness
To all who our love now deserve
Some of you are going to die -
Martyrs, of course, to the freedom i will provide.
I’ll give you the names of those you must kill
Then have all burned and quickly
Cover them up in trafalgar square
Hurry to see, you’ll see them dead
In this ugly world,
Ready to fight for your freedom
Now, when i give a word
Hang 'em on high, let the blood flow
Now -
Stand up and fight, for you know we are right
We must strike at the lies
That have spread like disease through our minds
Soon we’ll have won and we’ll treasure this worth
With our winnings and kindness
To all who our love now deserve
Some of you are going to die -
Martyrs of course, to the freedom i will provide
We are only wanting freedom…
— we have won —
Some of you are going to die,
Martyrs, of course, to the freedom i will provide
If you can tolerate a little screaming in your music, this is a deep-as-hell song to “think” to. That saxophone transition halfway through gets me every time.[/SIZE]
In the hopes that I forget a fragment more of memory’s ball and chain. Thoughts of, “Was I part of the reason we are all in disarray?”
“Is there blood on my hands cursed by mistakes?”
After a sleepless night I wander these desperate early morning streets
Street corner poet preaching her figures and features reaching raise like a beacon saying, “We’re forsaken, but not broken!”
Then I heard her sing:
“Mother, your children are dying as the city sleeps! Mother, your people are starving tonight!” “Mother, your children are dying as the city sleeps! Mother, your people are drowning in your apathy!”
fuck da police
fuck da police
fu-fu-fuck da police
fuck da police
fuck da police
I haven’t thought of you in fifteen days and today I still won’t think of you
And when I call you up and you’re not home well I might not even care
Every day gets better than the one before
Cause every day I know that I’m fine without you
But I don’t think about it
oh my god