And now its my time
It's my time to dream
Dream of the sky
Make me believe that this place isn't plagued
By the poison in me
Help me decide if my fire will burn out
Before you can breathe
Breathe into me
I stand alone
And now its my time
It's my time to dream
Dream of the sky
Make me believe that this place isn't plagued
By the poison in me
Help me decide if my fire will burn out
Before you can breathe
Breathe into me
I stand alone
"Every living creature on earth dies alone"
Stare with empty eyes
Impatiently I wait
Aching for a sign
That I have been betrayed
We're all fighting to live here
Survive the emptiness I know
Because there's no denying
We all die alone
She says she's never been so alone
Don't you care about me?
I've spilt my blood, stitched up and scarred up
And numb, nothing else changes
Choke on your regret
And I will do the same
It's selfish to forget
Perhaps the only way
I'm not lying, believe me
I've tried, but look what you've become
What have I done?
I've made you this way, this way
“My typology is . . . not in any sense to stick labels on people at first sight. It is not a physiognomy and not an anthropological system, but a critical psychology dealing with the organization and delimitation of psychic processes that can be shown to be typical.” —C.G. Jung
They sat at the crossroads with high and with low,
Yet neither could alter their course.
Riches were offered unto them,
Yet indifferent and without remorse.
They rode on.
Yes, they rode on.
And each lonely vagrant that crossed their path,
Felt how his heart grew cold.
Yet be marvelled at their scarred faces,
So beautiful, distant and old.
In the night, I hear 'em talk
The coldest story ever told
Somewhere far along this road, he lost his soul to a woman so heartless
How could you be so heartless?
Oh, how could you be so heartless?
Man down
This hardened shell is broken
My fate is bound to what I've done
Regrets – I shuffle down the hallway
Precious time – It's all gone overboard
Here is your calm down pill
I'll never be the same – It'll never be the same
With eyes open – My body's floating down the river
This live – What have I confined you for? It's all inside – It's all in silence
When the reaper gets his way
A Million thoughts are swept away
And then you leave it all
Leave it all behind
As I go through life in search of everything
I have wished my heart away
I have watched this all behind a fear of pain
No one knows this more than I...
Watching you drown
I'll follow you down
And i am here right beside you
The lights in the sky
Are waving goodbye
I am staying right beside you
Please trip them gently, they don't like to fall, Oh by jingo
There's no room for anger, we're all very small, Oh by jingo
We're painting our faces and dressing in thoughts from the skies, from paradise
But they think that we're holding a secretive ball.
Won't someone invite them
They're just taller children, that's all, after all
Man is an obstacle, sad as the clown, Oh by jingo
So hold on to nothing, and he won't let you down, Oh by jingo
Some people are marching together and some on their own
Quite alone
Others are running, the smaller ones crawl
But some sit in silence, they're just older children
That's all, after all
I sing with impertinence, shading impermanent chords,
With my words
I've borrowed your time and I'm sorry I called
But the thought just occurred that we're nobody's children at all, after all
Live til your rebirth and do what you will, Oh by jingo
Forget all I've said, please bear me no ill, Oh by jingo
After all, after all
Life is phantasmagoria now
And all that's left is the stranger part of me
By a shore of silver ashes
Where a sea of sorrow crashes
There is someone who remembers
Someone who bears my resemblance
Someone who has all the seeming
Of a ghost forever dreaming
And when I call it always answers
"I cannot tell you anything"
And every ghastly apparition
Claims to be the soul I'm missing
“My typology is . . . not in any sense to stick labels on people at first sight. It is not a physiognomy and not an anthropological system, but a critical psychology dealing with the organization and delimitation of psychic processes that can be shown to be typical.” —C.G. Jung
As I'm stalked by the shadow of death's hand
The fire in my heart is forged across the land
I've been out walking
I don't do that much talking these days
These days
These days I seem to think a lot
About the things that I forgot to do
And all the times I had the chance to
I stopped my rambling
I don't do too much gambling these days
These days
These days I seem to think about how all the changes came about my way
And I wonder if I'll see another highway
I had a lover
I don't think I'd risk another these days
These days
And if I seem to be afraid
To live the life that I have made in song
It's just that I've been losing so long
I stopped my dreaming
I won't do too much scheming these days
These days
These days I sit on cornerstones
And count the time in quarter tones to 10
Please don't confront me with my failures
I had not forgotten them
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Tear apart the life and times of familiar faces
And tracing lines to what connects me and binds me to
Images of the remote and never-changing
Grand designs, style and grace
And am I
“My typology is . . . not in any sense to stick labels on people at first sight. It is not a physiognomy and not an anthropological system, but a critical psychology dealing with the organization and delimitation of psychic processes that can be shown to be typical.” —C.G. Jung
Waking, falling, free of gravity
We just severed these umbilical wires
This is more than just affinity
We're moving further through an endless desire
I'm a soul taker
I'm a cruel witted mind
I dreamt I was a child holding a string into the sky
Climbing it 'til I finally reached the other side
A city of gold, a beautiful noise, a blanket of sound
Covering me, pulling the sky into the ground
I get carried away
Please warm the blood inside my veins
Some men die under the mountain just looking for gold
Some die looking for a hand to hold
I'm the Mountain rising high it's the way that I survived
I'm the Mountain tell my tale the greatest story's now for sale
I'm the seaside I'm the waves I'm the one that makes you crave
I'm the valley I'm the hills look at me I'm standing still
I'm the Mountain I'm the plain tell me now am I insane
I'm the spirit I'm the source I'm the root I'm the doors
I'm the road long and hard running out of my heart
I'm the Mountain climb me up and we never gonna stop
Overwhelmed as one would be, placed in my position.
Such a heavy burden now to be the one.
Born to bear and read to all
The details of our ending.
To write it down for all the world to see.
But I forgot my pen,
Shit the bed again,
How I've waited for you to come
I've been here all alone
Now that you've arrived
Please stay a while
And I promise I won't keep you long
I'll keep you forever
“My typology is . . . not in any sense to stick labels on people at first sight. It is not a physiognomy and not an anthropological system, but a critical psychology dealing with the organization and delimitation of psychic processes that can be shown to be typical.” —C.G. Jung
And the mercy seat is waiting
And I think my head is burning
And in a way I'm yearning
To be done with all this weighing of the truth
An eye for an eye
And a tooth for a tooth
And, anyway, I told the truth
And I'm not afraid to die.
Farewell to this familiar place of grief.
If only the beauty of the emptiness will share with me its solace.
It had called for me, the vast,
Dark outside of the city.
Had convinced me to leave,
With its voice of consolation.
And if you stay a while
I'll penetrate your soul
I'll bleed into your dreams
You'll want to lose control
I'll weep into your eyes
I'll make your visions sing
I'll open endless skies
And ride your broken wings
Celestial ocean, choice and chances
Future love and light
Infinity has many faces
I see them all tonight
In you
Our intersection
Our divine collision
“My typology is . . . not in any sense to stick labels on people at first sight. It is not a physiognomy and not an anthropological system, but a critical psychology dealing with the organization and delimitation of psychic processes that can be shown to be typical.” —C.G. Jung
As for the bitter taste
Let it vanish into the flames
Don't let it go to waste
All the places and the names
This is the master stroke
Raised to the ground
And it all goes up in smoke
All my bridges burn
All my pretty bridges burn
Burn, pretty bridges burn
All my bridges burn
Will I ever learn?
Watch all my pretty bridges burn
We'll choke on our vomit and that will be the end.
We were fated to pretend.
Oh, did you ever believe that I could leave you, standing out in the cold
I know how it feels 'cause I have slipped through to the very depths of my soul.
Baby, I just want to show you what a clear view it is from every bend in the road.
“My typology is . . . not in any sense to stick labels on people at first sight. It is not a physiognomy and not an anthropological system, but a critical psychology dealing with the organization and delimitation of psychic processes that can be shown to be typical.” —C.G. Jung
I wrote you a horoscope
It won't fit on this post-it note
But if I had to sum it up into a shorter quote
It goes fuck it, you might as well row that boat
We carry on, carry on
Follow us, we are one
The battle's fought, the deed is done
Our silver hum runs deep and strong
Hand to the heart, lips to the horn
Hand on my breast, I'll keep you warm
Hail!
Your blood is red
It's beautiful genetic love
Biological
I don't know why I feel that way with you
Biological
I need your DNA
Your fingerprints
The flesh, her arm, your bones
I'd like to know
Why all these things move me
“My typology is . . . not in any sense to stick labels on people at first sight. It is not a physiognomy and not an anthropological system, but a critical psychology dealing with the organization and delimitation of psychic processes that can be shown to be typical.” —C.G. Jung
It's not like you killed someone
It's not like you drove a hateful spear into his side
Praise the one who left you
Broken down and paralyzed
He did it all for you
I'll seek you out
Flay you alive
One more word and you won't survive
And I'm not scared
Of your stolen power
I see right through you any hour
LSI-Se 836 Sp/Sx
You are scum, you are scum and I hope that you know
That the cracks in your smile are beginning to show
Now the world needs to see that it's time you should go
There's no light in your eyes and your brain is too slow
Go on now goooo, walk out the door
just turn around now, cause you aint welcome anymore
wernt you the one who tried to bake me a surprise
and now its crumbled, and i aint eating that shit...
All of my hate cannot be found
I will not be drowned by your thoughtless scheming
So you can try to tear me down
Beat me to the ground
I will see you screaming
Hey now, less of the violent thoughts, and expression
Have you tried sports to release some aggression?
If someone is really scheming, and youre not joking
then invite them in, and rig the door
so that something falls and hits them from the ceiling upon opening
But dont tell anyone i told you...
So let me take this medicine
To quench my love for violent things
My swan song will
Be like a bullet laced in anger
As the razor cuts a soft spot
On your heel.
Each breath is getting slower
This war is getting harder
To fight by myself
Sick waves of bitter fashion,
Ripped down the shield that I have
Tears rain from above.
Do you see?
The life I lead?
And so follow me into the sun,
And I will bleed, the poisons dry.
damn, thats pretty deep...
can i follow you into the sun in a jeep?
cause ive been out in the sun all day
chilling on the grass
now ive got 3rd degree burns on my ass...
damn, that means that i cant sit down and drive
so it might be a few more hours till i arrive
Btw, as you get these violent things off your chest
is it ok if i make a small request?
id rather not see any blood splatter me...
i wont even watch stuff like greys anatomy
better still, rather than do any thing so rash
instead of medicine, why not smoke some hash?
though i dont smoke myself...
There's a place that I've found
As far as I can see
This place lies within
The depths of my dreams
In a garden surrounded
By fire and trees
Through the smoke a silhouette I can barely see
There's a man with an axe
Standing in the rain
Looked me straight in my eye
This is what he had to say
No
You'll never be alone
When darkness comes I'll light the night with stars
Hear the whispers in the dark
No
You'll never be alone
When darkness comes you know I'm never far
Hear the whispers in the dark
Heard someone say it...
Where?
Where are..
Where are..
WHERE ARE WE GOING?!
Where?! where!? NO WHERE!!
And though you have a brand new home
And you've invited everyone
No one can remember your address
And though you've practiced for so long
And you know almost every song
No one dreams about you when they're sleeping