I've come to lie beside you I've come to know the dark for light I've come to trust just one and that one died with yesterday with yesterday Now that
One by one One by one All together, all alone Places can not claim us home Creed of love bars not our way Singing shapeless as our day Fishwives
The drowning Up for three days Up for three days Down under ground for six more Incisions cannot penetrate my feet Tripping, gliding, falling numbly
Christian Death The Fleeing Somnambulist ectoplasms roam the welcome edges of carnivorous sleep there was a man in a huge, white goats head sweeing through
Windows rattle with contempt peeling back a ring of dead roses Soon it will rain blue landscapes leading us to suffocation The walls structured high in
Feel these arms steel arms, now we are blind hide my eyes my eyes so out of place here now we are hard-cutting trapped in beneath cold-loving mirrors
In this glass house he whispers love how many times can I sit through the end of the world he lays his head dumb on my mouth he left my body breaking
Chopped a tree, the garden of Eden is finished When I say mankind, I use it as a derogatory term Whereas scientists and governments use it as a saving
Pretty luxury in the San Francisco airport. Boeing's prepared for its flight to Warsaw. Custom clearance is almost completed. 280 passengers go to the
colors anymore There??? laughter locked outside the door The trucks go rolling by on the freeways just behind you It??? a self-fulfilling catastrophe
You'?re always running around with everyone else but me You'?re such a catastrophe Hold on, you'?ve been running for, oh, so long And soon I'?ll be gone
Hey she's a walking catastrophe She keeps on whining and now It's all rubbing off on me Hey she's looking for sympathy So keep on crying You're not getting
you is fun. These hearts folds are gorged with the blood of all souls ever in love. But its alright, Jane; its a part of the catastrophe.
life, some people don't believe me when i tell them "i'm alive" they see me walking so slowly they think i'm too uptight (Chorus) it's a catastrophe
You fly, or rather float, drift Through an enormous dark room A room of noises Endless shimmering glissandi Crackling pizzicato Coal black, turbulence
And I've begun my misery. I celebrate my death annually And with no control I watch my grave grow deeper. (What is wrong with me..) And I've begun my
Miss catastrophe Elle est la, elle t'attend, tu rentreras Chez toi les pieds devant Elle te piste, elle te sort, elle te twiste a mort Elle te changera
up and go. Wake up from the drama scene, stick around it'll bury me get away hurry up come on, this is becoming a catastrophe! ...this is becoming a catastrophe