Aside form dying there is nothing I want more than seeing living dolls just persih in the flames I have set forth because they starlk me in my dreams my real life just can't be ignored just smiled as I turn a deaf ear to your endless flow of words your idle words bring you nothing but doubt I feel it tearing from the inside out an akward scilence as you open your mouth I feel it tearing from the inside out I cross my fingers hope the wicked children go away I said "from hell they came" they're evil puppet people baby its in the hope of me this nightmare that you brought to me I said "from hell they came" they're evil puppet people baby! |
A young man named Jack
oh how he liked to...
I know that I wrote like that once
All the same cliches...
I am the spinning,
she is the spun...
Early one morning, I
Found myself staring at a woman...
A poem. A poem?
Er, I dislike poetry...
You are,
in the rain...
I am watching you
on my miniture tele...
Early one morning, I
Found myself staring at a woman...
I am walking to New York,
When, suddenly...
Apres moi, le deluge |
There is no way to know your future foe scenarios |
God is whoever you're performing for |