There he sits Drawing images on the causeway With small bits of chalk He sketches all the lost days And the rain keeps coming down Wipes them from the
From the eyes, show depth of rage, release of the fire Scorching is the fire Underlined with a crest of gold, magnificent is the site Three rows of massive
Kometen sind brennende Seelen, Die zur Strafe durch den Kosmos ziehen mu?en. Comets are burning souls, That have to travel through the cosmos for punishment
right 'til the last winding train Fades from sight Then alone in my room I must stay to lose or win While these wild bedsitter images Come back to hem
you woke me up to my origin People have to understand my innocence has gone! Go beyond my urge Or make an effort to Living on my own, plagued by images
Grotesque fairyland-astray With fine falling snow this myth now melts away Through bloody archways it flows upstreams to see this heartache parching me
Tong Images, images, images I think that it bears repeating the images upon the ceiling I love images worth repeating and repeating and repeating Images, images
Tell me, remind me Chase the water racing from the sky Always beside me Taste the memories running from my eyes And nervous flashlights scan my dreams
window Eyes upon the moon Hoping that the memory Will leave her spirit soon She shuts the doors and lights And lays her body on the bed Where images
images worth repeating, project them upon the ceiling Multiply them with silk screening See them with a different feeling Images Images Images Images Some say images
gives back no images She does not know her beauty She thinks her brown body has no glory If she could dance naked under palm trees And see her image
fearless no emotion static open eye a man with no feelings a world full of lies your face in the mirror reflections of a mind the blood on your fingers
i'm dying inside dying inside inside my body inside my mind i'm a walking body i'm a living dead i'm loosing my brain oh god, i'm going insane dying
mortal combat faces of tortured dead violent impact suicide final act human intolerance mental torment possible mass grave died in a useless war
anger breeds violance anger within violence breeds murder murder i win oppression breeds violence violence within violance breeds murder murder i win
i want to know if she's worth for me to live on this world i want to know i want to go and say goodbye i want to die don't want to live don't want to
give me a reason give me no lies why are we living and why should we die the reason of being try to survive this world is in danger it's the end of your
another victim another crime innocent children innocent lifes endless torture endless pain a 1000 bodies a 1000 times another murder another war living