Good bye; bye, bye Marrow Lake. Bone white and dying below a harvest moon. A dying lake. A burning moon. I make the analogy. There was a girl who took my words and ground them into sand. To be blown, and spat, and tossed across this fine line. I will not, never will, never, never let her win. Doing what Ma said. You'll raise shields of doubt. Please just trust.
From my heart the crimson spreads. Moistening passion grows intense. You’ll bear an hourglass, thinking controlling time. Come rape my thoughts, my minds spread-eagle. An emotional swingset to be played inside. Writhing body clenched to mine. I feel her scrape, our legs entwined. You'll bear an hourglass, thinking never die. Biting my lip, and arching your back. The burning, the rhythm, the pain.
This lake has lost it's will. This lake can see beyond a matrix of lies and doubt. Oh God, it's done. The moon controls my tides but it can't control my thought. Doing what Ma said. You'll raise shields of doubt. Please just trust.
From my heart the crimson spreads. Moistening passion grows intense. You'll bear and hourglass, thinking controlling time. Come rape my thoughts, my minds spread-eagle. An emotional swingset to be played inside. Writhing body clenched to mine. I feel her scrape, our legs entwined. You’ll bear an hourglass, thinking never die, biting my lip, and arching your back. The burning, the rhythm, the pain.
II) I Have Dreams To Forget
Those of God forgive my dreams. I've spat on Christ. I've made him bleed. We pass the Cup. Some say it swallows smoothly, but it grants a burnt throat and narrow eyes. Watch my steps, they lead below ground. It has no bottom, and with one step we'll laugh as one. Seeing a worldly picture of dead seas, carnage, and life without control.
Faceless gather. Fish to land. Watch my fire dance hand to hand. Her face so pure. Widening eyes of white tempting me to challenge them, to show them light. The crowd then thins. I know them well. Dustin laughs, Paul then melts. Chris pours Paul into a cup of crystal. Dustin laughs, and Chris and him both implode for life.
III) Rational Mindscrew
Subdivide. Sub-collide. Theorize, molecules split asunder. I am not over here or there, a machine trapped in lust, and I'll sing.... Colonize. Rectify. Apologize. I'm friend and murder, I am not forgiving nothing. A machine killing all, and we’ll sing ….Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
