smoke in hand She dances around to find the right man He walks around to find a one night stand Roses are red, violets are blue I'll save this last
burdens in our heart, Get carried away The wind can smooth the wrinkles of the past Like a dazzling reflection in the sky I hear the distant calling
the question watching nature from above Beneath my dirty window, I see sirens rising dust It's here once again, someone is calling me Like the night I will last
of an icy grave that pains. So I want you to swear that foul or fair, you'll cremate my last remains." Well, a friend's last need is a thing to heed
a world of doubt and fear Its surface splintered Into sorry hemispheres They sat a while in silence Then they turned at last to me 'we will call you
what you call dreams I let my spirit rise and fly to nine worlds invisible to our eyes My journey has gone beneath the worlds I praise Odin for lending
I pipe you down the street, With a shilling in my pocket--and the sky beneath my feet. Chameleons bask in the 'arc-lite' reflection--awaiting a chance curtain call
be scared Come to us Below a wordly forest and beneath an awful sky An always moving madness, creeps onward with the tide A killer long and lasting,
wood, tree and mountain tall. With foes ahead, behind us dread Beneath the sky's our bed Until at last our toil be passed Our journey's done with sped Beneath
to explain that I should really be on my way but there is something which ensures I must stay. Beneath the roar of the seething surf, beneath the caterwaul of scattered call
at will Will I kill you Fly will peel you off da map that's all so real Don't you mothasuckas often wonder what to call this shit Ummmm, call it
like A calling home, or so it seems To close my eyes and never rise From interlunar dreams The futility of being, The heavenly despair The gushing smears of pain At last
there?s a magpie on a fence rail that?s callin? out my name And he calls me home to my sweet Wyoming home Watch the moon Smilin' in the sky, hum a tune
systematically layered beneath the understated- border land calling me home curiosity has taken its toll empathetic- into the darkness i fall alone hear
Our battles they may find us No choice may ours to be But hold the banner proudly The truth will set us free My mind was called across the years Of
And many a year it took Till I arrived here with thee On dusty roads I walked And over mountains high Through rivers running deep Beneath the endless sky Beneath
heard before Our battles they may find us No choice may ours to be But hold the banner proudly The truth will set us free My mind was called across
head falls, two seal it off third head and fourth, the legend heads north six, seven and eight, the ninth I decapitate last and immortal head I bury down, beneath
