it's almost three a.m. and I should be asleep but instead I lie awake in = my room and my head still hurts from the night before last my only = solace
I want to be a spiritual person. I want to have a code of ethics. I want to have morals to live by, Fire to light the accord of my life. Take a break
Hang over me the drape Of superfluous Horror Aside Nocturnal trapping Wallow in my Art Crying and dying My sexual ecstasy The crimson stream That flows
New insights feed my pain Which way to go this day Now I know there is another way This place is killing me And through I must be leaving It seems to
[PART 1] [Sweet Lavender] Sense the purity of your own mind child such an innocence not yet caught by judging eyes don't touch me little seed 'cause
We've got you in this fuckin' movie to exterminate all the lunitics all at once with a filetering system of God. We're the psyco-semantic police, you
Valjean What have I done? Sweet Jesus, what have I done? Become a thief in the night Become a dog on the run And have I fallen so far And is the hour
Javert Who is this man? What sort of devil is he? To have me caught in a trap And choose to let me go free? It was his hour at last To put a seal on my
Richard, yeah, boy, come here, let me speak to you What is this scatting and scratching bullshit [Incomprehensible] You ain't washing your own butt, boy
paralyzed by the beauty of those words that so delicately drip from this angel of untamed lust suddenly I fear the end of my solitude once a warrior
really fucked up So I'll ask you to your face homeboy what's up Did you come to see my show or the stupid nigger playoffs Killing you and killing me it's the soliloquy
[Music by Marco Kehren/Deinonychus, Lyrics by Shane Davison/winter 2000] I was the serpent; the fallen lover in this silent night. The crimson tides
me no more lies, yet you keep telling me lies As they wont reach me anymore They could never reach across these oceans of soliloquy So dont tell me
I wonder what he'll think of me I guess he'll call me "the old man" I guess he'll think I can lick Ev'ry other fella's father Well, I can I bet that
Hello world Suck the life right out of my voice and breathe it back into yourself
How inquisitive, and delighting you've inquired who the hell I am.. Allow me to elucidate, perhaps pontificate Upon the state of my most great and perfect
Polly want a crackerrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr [etc.] If you can't do that, don't fuck with me. I'm a yoga! I'm the yoga! I am the source and I
Hey, you gotta be genuine. That's the name of this game. If you're real, you've got nothin' to worry about, but if your synthetics start in the mornin