When the night won't fall and the sun won't rise Just see the best as you close your eyes When you reach the top as you bottom out But you understand
It's the time of the day when I lay down to rest To impressions of the day digest But thoughts of my existence emerge Who am I and why am I? My consciousness
To raise from the earth Dark forces of old Undeads feel the appeal In a morbid dance They research the entity Wich gives them the primary state In this
See me become a snake Wrapped around your neck... See me become a spike Pushed deep in your flesh... Feel me become a tongue Gliding softly down your
We are the children of the midnight, marching high in an icy mercury sky We sing and our breath turns to frost, we watch and the frost melts We hear the
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Born selfish and ignorant Abd my school gave me knowledge But never any wisdom And in addition the television programmed my brain Through it's constant
Alone and isolated Reflecting on my sorted past I've chosen not to stay Take my chances elsewhere now Behold the flask from where I stand Chrome nectar
What I see is always the same Nothing new in my eyes No one to blame What I feel is always the same Nothing new in my mind For my brain just the same
[February 2002 - The Locusts]
I've never realized how bad it was To lose the ground to rest my feet Humanity is lost inside My eyes can't teach my mind Clockwork nerves controlled
[Music and Lyrics by A. Webster] Change has begun After the shape Freakish events Led to this change Convert the man From the norm Alteration Surreal
I feel it right at the heart of me and it grips me physically Dragging down so far below And it's a violent vertigo Digging it in like a parasite Feeding
(musica: V. Nocenzi / testo: F. Di Giacomo, V. Nocenzi) Uomo non so se io somiglio a te non lo so sento che pero non vorrei segnare i giorni
Allumez les, les videos De vos lits d'insomnies Du cocon, d'ou j'fais l'beau Chimique est ma liberte J'ai milles pattes J'mue en direct Insecte, une secte
Tiens-toi droit, mange ta soupe, mets tes mains sur la table Mets pas tes doigts dans ton nez, te roule pas dans le sable Tu m'tueras ! Tu dechires tous
Des les premiers rayons du jour, Mes mains sont gantees de velours. Mes yeux se teintent de pastel, Mes mots retrouvent un gout de miel. Mais quand descend