mental trains, run off the rails Charging in, take verbal control Slain a spike in, skin and nails Contempt arises and my grip fails Label me, skin and nails
home To call my own...and always return to and I want it to be you I sit and stare, zone out, think a lot and never sleep, creating memories to remember and
naive christian with thoughts like melting sugar) my fingers were attacked by nails and I could hear the voice of J.C. screaming under my skin, trapped
and human, Have been unscrupulously exploited. Peoples' pride and dignity is burnt in Napalm And hand-held flame-throwers. The poor and underprivileged
of a cup and he drinks (and he drinks). and he forgets that he's an asshole. jealous of his ghosts and doubts he even has a soul. my secret pleasures have my inner
resources, both mineral and human, Have been unscrupulously exploited. Peoples' pride and dignity is burnt in Napalm And hand-held flame-throwers. The poor and
see what he thought. And he asked: ?When does three equal plus one?? The answer is Birth -- Life's creation. Then suddenly flames rushed past. Green turned to black, and
the moves no need to improve on that illumination I cant describe this feeling inside when she moves in closer the pressed skin takes me within a place thought
to shrieks Drowning out benevolence Rolls of skin beneath my nails As I pull my flesh away I must find out what is in me And show the world that I'm sane
to see what he thought. And he asked: ?When does three equal plus one?? The answer is Birth -- Life's creation. Then suddenly flames rushed past. Green turned to black, and
got the moves no need to improve on that illumination I cant describe this feeling inside when she moves in closer the pressed skin takes me within a place thought
another home To call my own...and always return to and I want it to be you I sit and stare, zone out, think a lot and never sleep, creating memories to remember and
