[Verse 1] Sunday morning I awake with head aching from the night before Me and my niggas at the bowling alley tripping 'cause we all tore I reminisce
Sitting by a foggy window Staring at the pouring rain Falling down like lonely teardrops Memories of love in vain These cloudy days Make you wanna cry
Ancient Forces From The Tomb Behold The Power The Full Moon Dichotomy From Outer Space Dominates The Human Race Makes Things Die And Makes Things Grow
Lunacy's back (Loony) Lunacy's back (Loony) Lunacy's back (Loony) Lunacy's back Lunacy's back with his pony and trap and his big mouth He's asked
Straight out of frame and bend out of shape Nothing's real except the money that we made Staring at the place where the two walls meet Yeah, take a chair
The Moon she is a pretty girl who lives up in the stars And that old cloud he's a great old man who loves her from afar He loves her from afar When Lady
I'm trying to visualize the dream where Gadrel stands tall Gaze bends in purple wind My emotions come slower Sight of my experience arrived! Power of
Oppressive air heary and noxious Volcanic outpour roars from the heaving angered ancient earth Storm of spirits raging Corrosion eats away oxidizing mentally
I wish that I could float Float up from the ground I will never know What that's like You have a way about you I wish that I had Thought it was impossible
Your sat on your own, you hear the phone Your mother calls you, you make a deal You shake on it but you know it'll fall through At the scene you're nice
(Alec/Yann/Zavie) Que fato absurdo Ter que viver calado Sempre na tensao Ja nao aguento Silencios intensos, vicios Sempre a vencer Se calar e tao facil
I'd catch some stars for you And just for you I'd paint the gray sky blue And just for you I'd catch some stars for you And just for you And I'd paint
As flowers on the grave of earth inferno We are all good people Dressed not in white we are Ascendants of heaven In a symbolic imaginative essence Descending
Shine, shine, shine Shine, shine, shine Shine, shine, shine Shine, shine, shine Shine, shine, shine Shine, shine, shine Bleed like a craze, dad These
Janitor of lunacy Paralyze my infancy Petrify the empty cradle Bring hope to them and me Janitor of tyranny Testify my vanity Mortalize my memory Deceive
I?m gonna bring a bottle of wine Won?t change the truth just to fit our time Disappointed, it was a man Hidden in the woods of my dreamland I wanted you
Ah, insensatez que voce fez Coracao mais sem cuidado Fez chorar de dor o seu amor Um amor tao delicado Ah, porque voce foi fraco assim Assim tao desalmado
[Music by Tiedemann.Bartsch-August 2000] [Poems by Bartsch-November 1996] Ich bin nicht nur eine Farbe sondern letztlich Siebzehn und Drei als elfte
