Oh no, how could this happen to Such an amazing young boy? I had my whole life ahead of me Oh God, how could you have let this Happened to such a lovely
"Though I may seem callous" cried old Thomas Malthus, "Paupers are better off dead. That we have to feed them is something we need Like a musket shot
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Your life is in danger... Beware of the cannibal whores Keep your distance from the uncivilised humans Observe their daily ritual of desvration and dismemberment
Orange and lemon raincoats Roll and tumble together Just liked fruit tipped from a tray Pineapple wet heads Watch new hairdos crumble As scenery, sunlight
Shame rests in the hollow circles under all of our eyes. You stole the living air from me and payback is a bitter banshee. At the site of my grave performed
When Abilene was young and gay And thunder storms filled up the days The cattle roam outside the town Sleeping in the midday sun Sleeping in the midday
ca t'arrive sans crier gare Au milieu d'une heure incolore Un geste, une odeur, un regard Qui comme dechire ton decor Tout a coup ce coeur qui t'avait
Aren't we done yet? No, no, wait just a minute, there's somebody else. Hey, what's happenin man, I'm John Hayes, man, I want to audition for Vinx'
Sleep on pillows made in Singapore Wrapped in comforters Sweatin' through sheets Drinkin' coffee in the morning Flown in on aeroplanes across the vast
(borg, dregen, andersson) I´ve seen you in the nightclub I´ve seen you dressed up right But your heart´s not beating through your pale
In decadence and sane I stood by the wall Thought I'd left myself at home Thought I'd turned my back to stone But all the strangers knew my name All
Here we are now In this god awful state Where there is nothing to say Let's loose ourselves in a picture Dressed for the occasion Then lock it away, lock
I've come to lie beside you I've come to know the dark for light I've come to trust just one and that one died with yesterday with yesterday Now that
One by one One by one All together, all alone Places can not claim us home Creed of love bars not our way Singing shapeless as our day Fishwives
The drowning Up for three days Up for three days Down under ground for six more Incisions cannot penetrate my feet Tripping, gliding, falling numbly
Christian Death The Fleeing Somnambulist ectoplasms roam the welcome edges of carnivorous sleep there was a man in a huge, white goats head sweeing through
