the panic inside The murdering ghost that you cannot ignore Vesuvius, fire of fire Follow me now As I favor the ghost Vesuvius, fire of fire Follow me now As I favor the ghost Vesuvius
, the panic inside The murdering ghost That you cannot ignore Vesuvius Fire of fire Follow me now As I favor the host Vesuvius Fire of fire Follow me now As I favor the ghost Vesuvius
that I tried to pop It erupted up and out on my countenance Ugly eruption, Vesuvius, ugly eruption, Vesuvius Ugly eruption, Vesuvius Vesuvius at myself, Vesuvius
the panic inside The murdering ghost That you cannot ignore Vesuvius Fire of fire Follow me now As I favor the host Vesuvius Fire of fire Follow me now As I favor the ghost Vesuvius
Your altars will fall. Your sacrifices; innocent bloodshed. Your bloodguilt will haunt you. Their faces will plague your memory. Justice - your judgment
To be blessed with the curse of self-awareness? And to live in the joy of paradox and mystery. We won't be forgotten. To live, to die, to be reborn. (
In this age of fragmentation, selves suffer from atomism; and all horizons melt away. We pay homage to systems and lies that would steal our value,
The silence terrifies us. We can't stand the sound of our own voices. We are addicted to distracting ourselves anything to keep our minds from becoming
consider them dead who can't already see the truth - after all this is war. Their value was lost once their minds willed to stand. Burning ashes. Awake Vesuvius
Ah look at you Cleveland! Put your hands together for this one Yeah ,Yeah ,Yeah ,Yeah! All dressed up and out on the streets uh Turning tricks was just
Someone please help me, just help me. I need a break from this 'cause the days are so fragile, and I'm not preparing for the end. So now you're not
Probed to feel, to feel real; probed to feel, to feel nothing. Dermal coated calligraphy, etching out an identity. Ripple after crinkle, lines making
A watching eye peering down on his weakened creation, pointless lives clinching hope, pleading for a will to live. Through these nightmares we can't
Frantically pacing as the last grains fell through the hour glass. A motion of hands to the frontal view to see if perception is in tact. It occurred
Hold the scoundrel right before me. Hold the scoundrel right before me. So I can see his eyes burst to flames as he's burnt at the stake. The darkness
Another dim day, pacing through the catacombs of the so called world. The only thing that remains is the crows that hover the streets. The world was
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