Lonley as the autumn evening Flowing on its last days A wanderer of long-past wisdom Facing his last conflict Met the time of withering Destiny, towards
Hooray, I awake from yesterday Alive, but the war was here to stay And so, my love Catharina an me Decide to take a last walk Through the noise to the
R. Williams A widow dreams of her fallen angel The broken branch, an empty manger A widow dreams of her life with the savior Falls to her kneew and begs
He shut up like a rose, the scar of my belly How I wanted him to rise up with the clouds How I asked for love, received the wounds on cheek, the nights
Walls move as if to crumble Feet shift and then I stumble And your still lying breathless on the floor Angels sing of the great healer Bell ring sounds
At these moments I don't need the myths to recognise me Then a veil of mist descends And I become a happier man While unexplored self doubts pretend
In decadence and sane I stood by the wall Thought I'd left myself at home Thought I'd turned my back to stone But all the strangers knew my name All
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R. Williams The true revolution is in mind Remember that and all else shines Tertoma, dying with the host Our food for thought will feed the starving
Here we are now In this god awful state Where there is nothing to say Let's loose ourselves in a picture Dressed for the occasion Then lock it away, lock
I've come to lie beside you I've come to know the dark for light I've come to trust just one and that one died with yesterday with yesterday Now that
One by one One by one All together, all alone Places can not claim us home Creed of love bars not our way Singing shapeless as our day Fishwives
Damn you with dirt and tears Damn you for years and years Damn you here's the vision Damn you two incisions Run your fingers through throbbing flesh So
cut a porcelain eye animal blood in the creeping road let's kill the wolf, thanksgiving is here you think you look like Jesus Christ! Your not alone
I hear the ratters of tatters of home Kick over the buckets of the wells run dry I can't see but I don't care Nothing is the best gift you can find Peru
Church Of No Return-Christian Death In the beginning there was sinning and in the end, well, let's pretend blessed is the fruit I dare you to take another
I see the end, I see the end Well, it was open so I crawled inside Someone up ahead was cryin' Someone up ahead was dyin' Lost in the darkness, lost in
Fresh nights, candle blood hell Very dark, placid skies hangs above No moon shining like the untouched ass Of the boy next door Beginning to feel the
