This path that we walk upon is the collection of points that the rain has drawn. The rhythm section of the storm. By the moonlight to the gateposts of
they see? They're sprouting, why can't they see...they've taken their root in her womb...Feeding on the sunrise. picking my veins like a murderess murerous warmth take
Chanting in the darkness for just one taste. Screaming bloody mary until my mirror breaks. Cheating on reason for just one glimpse of the disease riding
Nothing's so lucid as the promise of dreams, but these pills we found just make me sleep. There's nothing quite so pure as the written word my dear, so
Whispers invoke the artists of this tragically seemless, ill fated tapestry, blistered fingers are tending their loom. She collects the strands to braid
Ignorance is bliss no wise woman's failed to mention and surely some koan suggests 'neglect leads to perfection' but the more I turn my face from the
Hide the petals underneath that bedroom floorboard and they will wither without fail or success. Put the people in the hollow box they crafted, bolt the
That scent says more in memory. Do I dare disturb universe, tempted to mend the pathways atrophied in dead end corners impose upon my egoist neurology
holy shit scotts beautiful i wanna fuck his butthole yeah we're all gay but scotts not but hes definitely hot and yeahhhh yeahh this banddd woooooo my
Map the words to deny, deny the symptoms, as 'oh yeah I'm doing fine', as I've found a most endearing psychosis. Somewhere out there there's a thrill
Fallow fields have fallen, sallow, sallow Victim to encryption, disclosing an unspoken plea. And the stars sang of the scorpion sun. to impale impaling
Rejoice, rejoice a noble birth, a prince is born. Behold the birth of violence, beasts of fang and feather cry for our concrete rapture, and if we beg
fading pulse. Lights from flashlights flash on breakers, loose connections connected tight. Symmetry described by the minds intent. Eleven birds of prey take
The demons swallowed treasures, replaced hymns with evil deeds scribed in chicken scratch compositions in the black halls beneath this filthy city. Laced
I don't wanna try to be loved anymore I don't wanna be scared anymore Or to kill anymore I DON'T want to kill anymore I don't wanna be alone anymore
Fordítás: Kör úgy tér. In The Nervous Light Of vasárnap.
Fordítás: Kör úgy tér. Scott hihetetlenül aranyos.
It's time to hook up with the mexicanos Layin in the Dooly parking lot of a McDonalds Hit the corner they was there You're prepared Circled the block
