From out of static time has grown Existence formed by substance unknown Prelude to matter, shift of disorder Completion of bonds between chaos and order
It's too late now she's got me dreaming Without you there is no truth according to me Inside and around me tears got me drinking Without you there is
Old places fade hard, and no matter how long you row upstreamm the water still makes waves that carry the rest of us away. You are what you weep, from
I have suffered For your sins But now is when My fun begins If I hit you Turn your cheek You are righteous But you are weak Orgy-Porgy, Ford and fun
We're not what you think we are We make product and place it in stores But we're just selling our songs See you in hell! We'll pick you up by your
Elevator going up In the gleaming corridor of the fifty first floor The money can be made if you really want some more Executive decision, a clinical
[Frank Marino] Evolution, revolution Are the parents of one another Moving ever moving crushing Everything that gets in its way Smiles telling lies about
Into a depth of haze, I'll see you dead The colossal rains flow like the breeze A sheltered scenery as the arms outstretch for me You'll never walk
What are you? I say to me A privileged machine man in the valley of the ice house Yeah? Joke so old that it is new 'Cause the innocent, they know their
Sixty years of hate Breaking down the gate The object is to dominate With subterfuge and lies And absolute disguise Will no one wake Can no one see the
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I saw the colossal landscape Of which i never was a part It was a magical day Of which i'd never seen before The first time i saw colossal girl
Our reflections will always show. We will grown. We will be the world. Gigantic proportions. Magnitude beyond our expectation. Just look at ourselves.
Yes, axiomatic subject matter,executed with absolute lucidity. Alright We can't keep deferring action, only surviving by the skin of our teeth. We can
What big eyes you have What big lips you have What a nice hat I love you (Ya, ya, ya. Ya, ya, ya. Ya, ya, ya.) What you said I can't hear you (Ya, ya
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Spring, 196 A.D. (C.E.) [Centurion Decianus Varus:] Alea iacta est! Emperor Publius Helvius Pertinax has fallen victim to the assassin's blade. As I
(Lyrics by Jesse Blaze Snider) You?re stuck between a rock and a hard place. And you ain?t getting out without messing your face. Stick around for a