lie, lie, lie . . . the full moon is rising over dark water and the fools below are picking up sticks and the man in the gallows lies permanently waiting
lascivious, it's all that I can think of as I drag my feet, searching like a diogenes, dangerous, the adjectives of the decade and of your alluring intricacies
you how to think, cleansed your mind of sepsis and autonomy? or have you escaped scrutiny, and regaled yourself with depravity? now we all see, "religion
proud a history, replete with sanctity, orbs in their harmony, they sing their code to me, have you ever heard yourself the orbit that you are in? the
I've got nothing to say, I've got nothing to do, All of my neurons are functioning smoothly Yet still I'm a cyborg just like you, I'm one big myoma that
it's an s.o.s sent out telepathically, signs of our distress don't allow complacency, we need restoration now of our integrity and a drastic bold reminder
offer me eternity, and I'll trade a cup of coffee and a dime, looking for a handout behalf of those who have so little time, but who wants to live on
the treasures of our day make life easier to complicate, the treasure thrown away, I'm so tired of all the fucked up mind of all the terrorist religions
I had a friend who kept a candle in his pocket, he used to touch it when the wind was blowing high, I guess it made him feel like he could buck the system
be determined that no one shall dissuade on my way, I'll sure take some time to burn all the bridges that I'm leaving behind, he passed by again and he
what the hell is the matter with the people on this planet? have all gone insane? the stigma of industrial progress killing us over and over again, one
one or two, I maintain no discomfiture, my path again renewed, against the grain, that's where I'll stay, swimming upstream, I maintain against the grain
pure but in this world of sin your Holdin' tight my moral by injure We scramble, because this game life is the gamble Vandalize your terrain, go against the grain
of sin your Holdin tight my mor-al by in-jure We scramble, because this game life is the gamble Vandalize your terrain, go against the grain Invade your
sin your Holdin tight my mor-al by in-jure We scramble, because this game life is the gamble Vandalize your terrain, go against the grain Invade your