It
was there (that i saw you)
It
was there that i saw you
And it was there that i came
As evening sighs,
Rises up against the sky-line
Let me come and have my lies
You were fair and fey as a sun that evil day
We were bold and life was great
But as time went on
I wondered what went wrong
I wondered what became of you.
Let
me hold you in my arms dear
And let me melt in the heat of your gaze
And let the clock strike one,
Time and mind go marching on
Let our sense of selves decay
It was there that i saw you
In the heat of a summer's embrace
But as time went on
I wondered what went wrong
I wondered what became of you.
Another
morning stoner
Are
you asleep, are you in a dream?
The copper shades of a morning
Distant lights beckon and fade
Unwritten songs of another day
I
fear that you would never be
Every song in the world for me
I took your hand, led you astray
You cursed the worlds i longed to save
Is
heaven to you a perfect place?
The look of sorrow on a sufferer's face
A field of lives to sow and to reap
That some of us will never see?
Why
is it i don't feel the same?
Are my longings to be blamed
For not seeing heaven like you would see
Why is a song the world for me?
Baudelaire
The
only sin in this world of pain
In this world of shame
In this world of heartache
The only sin in this world unjust
In this world of lust
In this world distrusting
The only sin in this world corrupt
Where passions erupt
And end abrupt
It's a crime
With no great gestures cry
Its eyes, with no great evils shine
Here among all the vicious beasts
With their blood lust feast
Ordained by black priests
Here among the poison viper's bite
A police gunfight
In the unknown night
Is a man
With no great master plan
No deadly weapon clutching in his hand
You'll
never see the light
In the darkest night
Never see the light
Never see the light
When
the boredom comes
If you're one of the boring ones
The only crime in this violent place
With lies two faced
Where loves disgraceful
Crimes committed with sharpened knives
And wasted lives
Of those who are forced
To shove
And murder the peace dove
There is no higher calling from above
You'll
never see the light
Quell this appetite
Never see the light
Never see the light
When
the boredom comes
When you're one of the boring ones.
Homage
It
is a round about that i can't leave
I circle for decades
Only to find obscurity
My life is haunted by young devilry
I
heard your voice
On the radio
Lost in to the night
Brutal
kidz of this promised future
Cut the highways
With shards of truth
I call out to my young and black hearted
Do you believe in what i have seen?
I
heard your voice
On the radio
Lost in to the night
Do
you believe in what i have seen?
How near how far
Looking
back in time
Through verses set into nursery rhyme
At oil painted eyes
Of muses left behind
I swear i know not why
These eyes have always left me dry
She
stands with arms stretched out
Towards the mountains and the clouds
Oil painted eyes
Blind yet hypnotized
I swear i know not why
These eyes have always left me dry
(how
near, how far, how lost they are)
I've
rendered every line
Every contour of a muse's eye
Painted in my eyes mind
On canvases of time
I swear i know not why
These eyes have always left me dry
Heart
in the hand of the matter
Ride
the apocalypse. Coming through the city side. Fallen angel
no need to hide. All bodies collide and fate decides. Where
vengeance hits. Where our love will fit. I can't find your
face. I can't see a trace. In a world coming to a close.
I'm so damned i can't win. With my heart in my hands again.
Take your hurt. A muse of sin. With my heart in my hands
again.
And
this is where it began. Shot through a shattered lens. And
there is virtue in loneliness. In vacant lots and florescent
malls. In one room coffins and crowded halls. There is nothing
to be done. We have lost all control. I walk in the shadows
of your tortured realm.
I'm
so damned. I can't win. With heart in my hands again. Take
your hurt. A muse of sin. Passing glance forgotten. Reason
to doubt. So pry your eyes. From a film that never ends.
I'm so damned. I can't win. With my heart in my hands again.
Ride
the apocalypse. Coming through the city side. There is nowhere
to hide. Ride the apocalypse. Fallen angel no need to hide.
Monsoon
Rolling
thunder
Like a voice that commands
Rain drops fall
Like the blood from your hands
Pray
to god
But i doubt that he's listening
This world is a gutter
That he likes to piss in
Tonight
Millions
of people
Quietly sleep
Dreaming of deserts
As the puddles grow deep
Dark clouds of rage
Black out the sun
The rivers will run
Red with their blood
No
place left dry
No place of shelter for which to run
People muddle in mass
Waiting for the storm to pass
But it's just begun
Millions
of people
All of you people
Dream of the sandman
But the sandman has turned to mud
Rain falling down
Is this another great flood?
The rivers are running
Red with our blood
Days
of being wild
All
sewn up
Pull out the seams
Take your call
Your voice is static
For from my reach
I burn the page
Imaged are blurred
Am i afraid?
Around
my throat
You came so close
To stopping me
Alive in jail, alive and well
I cannot leave
Innocent, accident
Find
my pulse
Trapped in a locked box
Teeth in a grind
All night amphetamine
Noise to the tape
Comes like a shattered beast
Cast a shade
Your mouths destroys me
Come
down dawn in one piece
Come down dawn to find some peace
Driven to shambles on a tip
I never said that i would quit
And the next song takes over
Relative
ways
It's
hard to imagine, it's so hard to perceive; to find an expression
for what it all means. All panic and struggle, all death
and decay are coming together in relative ways. This electric
guitar hanging to my knees; a couple verses i can barely
breathe; but it's all right; it's ok, it's coming together
in relative ways.
It's
started to happen, it's started to change; with the movement
upon us, hope we make it ok. If it takes a life or a couple
of days, it's coming together in relative ways. This electric
guitar hanging to my knees; a couple of verses i can barely
breathe. But it's all right, it's ok. It's coming together
in relative ways.
It's
ok, i'm a saint; i forgave your mistakes.
