My love has got no money He's got his strong beliefs My love has got no power He's got his strong beliefs My love has got no fame He's got his strong
Sanctus Espiritus redeem us from our solemn hour Sanctus Espiritus insanity is all around us Sanctus Espiritus! Sanctus Espiritus! Sanctus Espiritus!
Gala hangs from the window frame dressed in black and white Her face is colorless in the moonlight She turns around and her lips move but the words just
September '75 I was 47 inches high Mom said by Christmas I would have A bad ass mother G.I. Joe For your little minds to blow I still got beat up after
I know complainig doesn't help cause what has been won't be again And as I am walking down the street I see a child glance back at me These crazy clocks
Ex-excuse me We are two Ye-yeah, uh, me and my girlfriend What ? No, no, listen we are on the list Oh my God ! I tell you man, I come here every friday
Boy of fifteen, he knows everything He dances with pain He sees through the night Dark angel, you know, You're gonna grow old You died for Love You'll
It's your name I hear It's not my head's whid Like the many tears I shed It's your name I call Your name I read My prayer My creed It's your name I hate
Riding backseats on night highways Dark spaces white lights through the window I'm moving too fast through my life While the moon remains constant in
And anywhere you go You're gonna hear a song It says remember who you are and what you want You used to know it as a kid Now you song something else But
The moon will never touch the sun the journey I am on, he's not begun summer eclipse, I can't forget the day when night and day had met I didn't listen
I pass through noise and silence, I walk alone It's a beautiful day, it's raining and it's cold Reflected onto the wet pavement, can you see what I see
Abscondo Sacra In Memoria Et Purpurea In Tremore Pervigil "Hei, Viator" Inquam "Dignabere?" Mara Paltrinieri.
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It's immoral to have one eye In the kingdom of the blind Yet I believe that all in this world Is the manifestation of God I grow rusty nails in my wounds
Think you are alone you have never been more wrong this affliction kills a piece of us all drowning inside out swallow fatal frame don't hold your breath
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