your creature falls, falls all around me. beware, beware. sing this song, the day rises all around me, i imbue you with wings when you're not strong. if you're scared, beware. all your sick angels fall around me. beware, beware. sick angels fall, fall all around me. i am leaking, can you stop up my hole's? i can smell you from three miles away. i will chew on your face. unscented flowers adorn her hair, as she lie's on her back with her feet pressing on the door. she is keeping the door from being cracked open, once more, no one can come, no one can go. all exit is hopeless. bundle up your dessicated flesh in what rag's remain on the floor. can i touch you? can anyone touch you? you pray for daybreak, i pray for nightfall. elusive stranger hear the ring of the bell, don't mistake it for the death knell. listening to bloody dead and sexy...
the sand is in my eyes, the dirt is in my mouth, the maggots squirm in my throat as the vapors rise from within. bite your tongue, swallow your pride, the struggle, the battle, is about to begin. the aftertaste of sick brains in the revolution located in the catacombs of kittens, at the funeral of all my best friends. forever in a struggle, forever is the day. save your breath, forget my body, forget my dream, i'm far away. raised on the essence of lost souls. i lost the dreamer, i forget how to cry, fire away, let me outside. raised on the screams of lost souls. forget my body, forget my dream, i'm far away, i'm far away. the cemetery girls frolic among the monument left to the living. i have lost the occasion to remember what was forgotten. i have lost, i have lust. far removed from death, i still exist, i still exist. madness, madness has replaced the sadness.
we are not the same, we are not the same, this land was once of the sea. we once were the chosen race. why must you persist? you are so incompetent, you and i are not to blame. blame, blame, to blame, to blame. plastic baby doll eyes swing open on the hinges in their hollowed out heads, staring, staring, staring. swing open, swing shut, shutters blindly thinking. the alien sex fiend walks the line between good and evil, this apple's rotten to the core. get up off your knees, get down, get down, on the floor. i walk the line, my business is a little cloak and dagger. i don't walk, i stagger, you wouldn't listen and i don't blame ya. i walk the line between good and evil. i walk the line. you see nothing, i hear footsteps, there's nothing there. the apple is rotten to the core. i hear you, i spin around, but there's nothing there. it's all over. don't go. don't go near the trees, no. don't go near the trees, no. you are my watcher. i hear you.
the cannibal queen is feeding on the desire of your youth, rolling it around on her split level tongue. the chanting grows louder, perhaps, we weren't far enough away. it makes my heart begin to beat again, we'll stand in a different profile, and when we move, we'll move in time. pictures in time that will move back again. we'll stand in a different light that begins to fall, and when we talk, we'll talk in time. when we move, we'll move in time, in pictures that will be in profile. the light starts to fall around us now, and when we talk again, we'll shine, and when we move, we'll move in time. broken teeth start to crumble. nothing has changed. everything you touch becomes filthy, in the concentration camp of your heart. everything has change, nothing has changed. i feel guilty.
he was blinking his one eye, running down the tunnels, the colors passing by. running through the tunnels. staring at the putrid, dripping walls, you made your choice to never turn back. what come's next? i'm still fixated, unreal, you made the choice to never turn back. how long can this silence last? for me it was eleven hours. the mad hatter never turns his back. ticking and tocking, while his sway back is rocking. scary bitches from outer space, with their strange children. there's a possibility he is not your child. what strange creature, he doesn't look like you, he doesn't look like me. when i mention sex, you turn and run, that's why i had to sleep around. i slept with your father, i slept with your brother, once or twice i slept with your mother. there has to be a father, it could be you, perhaps half of the creature's at the local zoo. i slept with your father, i slept with your brother, once or twice i slept with your mother.
a spectre is haunting my mind, mad, a distant kind of love. on and on and on and on. still, at the sigh, true, true, cracked young lover's. young lover's screw on the shore, screw all around them. why do i bother, even bother talking to automatons? why do i even bother going on, and on, and on? is it true? uh, uh, uh, uhhh, oh, oh, ohhh. whew, whew, whewwwww, whew. every new dead ghost is changing all the time. funny how they are pushing this world down. history is replaced again, the final designer. money is pushing this world down. why do i even bother talking to automatons? i know a song that we can sing. here we go ,it's the same old story, i know a song that we can sing. plastic vision, i think of all the money that we can make, when we sell our plastic vision. kneel down and kiss the ground, open your eyes. stand up, chained up slave, i love the shadow of your flesh. i throw trinkets into the sea, as my tiny heart tears apart.
i like the slump as the needle jumps, the basement bumps. i need a chance to catch my breath, look at my face, it's such a mess. another slump, another slump, all of the sick obsessions. something overwhelming, i am turning away from facing you. we've all got obsessions, you never told me what it was that made you strong, what it was that made you weak. i want to raise every nasty thought that bugs me everyday of every week. we've got obsessions. last night's love affair is looking vulnerable again. she told me not to step on the cracks. pretty little thing, now she sleeps with one eye open, but that's the price she'll pay. i slipped in and cut out her heart, took it home and watched it fade. get your filthy finger out of my pie, i'll cut your one eye out for making me cry. that's why you sleep with one eye open. girl with one eye, i'll cut your little heart out for making me cry. i said, get your filthy finger out of my pie. i slip my hand under her skirt, just be still it won't hurt. better not try, you'll find a nightmare waiting.
you make it worse, never better, manipulating woman. you must be used to the pain. pushing me down to get yourself up. you're so completely twisted, but here i am still stuck with you. you're so completely evil, there is nowhere i'd rather be. you must be used to the pain. been there done that, i won't let you in again, i'm burning bridges. i'll never let you sweep me off my feet. this time baby, maybe i'll be burning proof. i'm much too proud, there's some things better left unsaid. jump down, don't turn around, this time maybe...i'll be bulletproof. i will always take off my bulletproof vest for you. remember me before we began.
copyright, 2009, terri l. gillentine, all rights reserved
we are not the same, we are not the same, this land was once of the sea. we once were the chosen race. why must you persist? you are so incompetent, you and i are not to blame. blame, blame, to blame, to blame. plastic baby doll eyes swing open on the hinges in their hollowed out heads, staring, staring, staring. swing open, swing shut, shutters blindly thinking. the alien sex fiend walks the line between good and evil, this apple's rotten to the core. get up off your knees, get down, get down, on the floor. i walk the line, my business is a little cloak and dagger. i don't walk, i stagger, you wouldn't listen and i don't blame ya. i walk the line between good and evil. i walk the line. you see nothing, i hear footsteps, there's nothing there. the apple is rotten to the core. i hear you, i spin around, but there's nothing there. it's all over. don't go. don't go near the trees, no. don't go near the trees, no. you are my watcher. i hear you.
the cannibal queen is feeding on the desire of your youth, rolling it around on her split level tongue. the chanting grows louder, perhaps, we weren't far enough away. it makes my heart begin to beat again, we'll stand in a different profile, and when we move, we'll move in time. pictures in time that will move back again. we'll stand in a different light that begins to fall, and when we talk, we'll talk in time. when we move, we'll move in time, in pictures that will be in profile. the light starts to fall around us now, and when we talk again, we'll shine, and when we move, we'll move in time. broken teeth start to crumble. nothing has changed. everything you touch becomes filthy, in the concentration camp of your heart. everything has change, nothing has changed. i feel guilty.
he was blinking his one eye, running down the tunnels, the colors passing by. running through the tunnels. staring at the putrid, dripping walls, you made your choice to never turn back. what come's next? i'm still fixated, unreal, you made the choice to never turn back. how long can this silence last? for me it was eleven hours. the mad hatter never turns his back. ticking and tocking, while his sway back is rocking. scary bitches from outer space, with their strange children. there's a possibility he is not your child. what strange creature, he doesn't look like you, he doesn't look like me. when i mention sex, you turn and run, that's why i had to sleep around. i slept with your father, i slept with your brother, once or twice i slept with your mother. there has to be a father, it could be you, perhaps half of the creature's at the local zoo. i slept with your father, i slept with your brother, once or twice i slept with your mother.
a spectre is haunting my mind, mad, a distant kind of love. on and on and on and on. still, at the sigh, true, true, cracked young lover's. young lover's screw on the shore, screw all around them. why do i bother, even bother talking to automatons? why do i even bother going on, and on, and on? is it true? uh, uh, uh, uhhh, oh, oh, ohhh. whew, whew, whewwwww, whew. every new dead ghost is changing all the time. funny how they are pushing this world down. history is replaced again, the final designer. money is pushing this world down. why do i even bother talking to automatons? i know a song that we can sing. here we go ,it's the same old story, i know a song that we can sing. plastic vision, i think of all the money that we can make, when we sell our plastic vision. kneel down and kiss the ground, open your eyes. stand up, chained up slave, i love the shadow of your flesh. i throw trinkets into the sea, as my tiny heart tears apart.
i like the slump as the needle jumps, the basement bumps. i need a chance to catch my breath, look at my face, it's such a mess. another slump, another slump, all of the sick obsessions. something overwhelming, i am turning away from facing you. we've all got obsessions, you never told me what it was that made you strong, what it was that made you weak. i want to raise every nasty thought that bugs me everyday of every week. we've got obsessions. last night's love affair is looking vulnerable again. she told me not to step on the cracks. pretty little thing, now she sleeps with one eye open, but that's the price she'll pay. i slipped in and cut out her heart, took it home and watched it fade. get your filthy finger out of my pie, i'll cut your one eye out for making me cry. that's why you sleep with one eye open. girl with one eye, i'll cut your little heart out for making me cry. i said, get your filthy finger out of my pie. i slip my hand under her skirt, just be still it won't hurt. better not try, you'll find a nightmare waiting.
you make it worse, never better, manipulating woman. you must be used to the pain. pushing me down to get yourself up. you're so completely twisted, but here i am still stuck with you. you're so completely evil, there is nowhere i'd rather be. you must be used to the pain. been there done that, i won't let you in again, i'm burning bridges. i'll never let you sweep me off my feet. this time baby, maybe i'll be burning proof. i'm much too proud, there's some things better left unsaid. jump down, don't turn around, this time maybe...i'll be bulletproof. i will always take off my bulletproof vest for you. remember me before we began.
copyright, 2009, terri l. gillentine, all rights reserved
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