Child of a fantasy. Demon of tyrants. Soil of atrocities. Mirror of sin. Once in a while when the drainedaways dream Of your speech as an eternal truth
Born Scorpio boy Chased by storms Always safe Rush out of bed Tornado is dead In its wake, sunlight The land in uproot Taken down south To a hurricane
Euan Morton: Looking at life my friends I feel confusion A working progress or just a mystery Headless chickens Sequins dripping Euan Morton/Luke Evans
In the imperium with emerald valleys There where endlessness encircles you A goddess lost her aureole Created her own domain This valley of doom where
Incorporated blood lust Incinerated carcass Incarnated in my blood Indecent Death Whore rules Inanimated death fuck Interlocked repulsive souls Incantations
Caress the deceitful snake, The one who speaks in tongues Of all my devastating truths, Collect the power of my dreams A fiendish lust a hallow trust.
Inside a mind so deranged, how I wish you all were dead, Annoying humanity sickens me, I contemplate your extinction, Inside my castlewalls life runs
The claws of death await you Soul less on your deathbed The witches dance in circles As your manhood fades away A shapeshifter appears before you
There's a sign carved deep In the palm of your hand There's a birthmark craving On the left side of your heart Your life was forever structured Composed
No spiritual awakenings exists, extreme effort of pulling life. Cornucopia of diseased dreams, In the combination of lesser worlds, Vultures feasting
I saw an eye in the sky, Our lady sneaks of the world revealed, upon the shores of the end, everything comes to life in me. My eyes have opened to the
"I will present you with this fornication. Something in space-time is logically ill." Your past was never quite there, there was nothing that loose in
Incessantly prevalent and magnanimous Fulminate, convincing and inviolable Lodging the earthly shivers Determined not to be vanished Because it's prophesied
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We're living in a land of make believe And trying not to let it show Maybe in that land of make believe Heartaches can turn into joy We're breathing
Pie in the sky Who's to say why it won't happen Mountains of dreams Floods like a stream running down them Through rocky glades We'll find a way We want
It takes photon power and eight minutes of an hour To make it to our sun And I know it sounds weird But it'll take you four years to make the next one
You say it's all about intention A chimera in disguise, its about your life, the greed The loneliness it needs now Just to say you've claimed the prize