you must be an angel, I can see it in your eyes.
how many times have I run with a knife?
I'll burn my gods down
insert the needle—with no remorse,
metal and flesh have intercourse
kiss me and take my gun...
some speak with their tongues and some speak with their eyes
they came for us, I walked away
zu sterben fällt so leicht,
bitte, bitte
mach's dir nicht so schwer
komm her!
erst wenn du zerbrichst, die welt dich vermisst,
weißt du wofür du lebst.
you're into depression
cause it matches your eyes
stop the faux to be famous
confused? you'll know when you're ripe
giving me these feelings I don't really feel
no one can stop me now, I know that this is real
angels die...
the dead are implicated, implied but never stated.
carve me out those other words to live by
sedated and lazy
cold skies full of blue
the sun burns forever,
it reminds me of you.
on your dead shore,
the sand is warm.
she hides her tears and quickly lets it die.
I will make it through even without you.
my sky will be blue
I live tranquilized.
line after line, round after round,
empty shells fall to the ground.
faster than lightning, high as a kite,
sonic bombardment brighter than sunlight.
what color is death?
the shade of an icepick sinking into flesh
sex n sex n sex n death
I don't want you, I want your flesh.
I want to feel it, hold it in my hands.
I want to see it, with eyes of innocence.
I want to hear it, touch it with my soul.
make me believe in the unbelievable.
it's too late to create a new world!
like a fiendish tropic virus spitting bile at all you whores,
razor sharp tongue-in-cheek poking in your open sores
a wolf in sheep's clothing—the ultimate disgrace
wrapped up as a gift of god exploding in your face.
alle warden auf das licht
fürchtet euch, fürchtet euch nicht
die sonne scheint mir aus den augen
sie wird heut nacht nicht untergehen
I've been breaking since my birth,
death is easier if life is worse.
I pray that I might survive,
but I'm withering inside.
when I have to die, then I want to be poisoned by your blood.
I have not learned enough, my hands in chains,
the brain...
a hole in the wall.
put that gun to your head, pull the trigger now you're dead!
must've been a dream from a thousand years ago.
I love your ambiguity...
cassie likes it in her hand, cassie's dead inside.
why do I always want what I always can't have?
when I have it in my hand, someone always takes it back
just one happy day
the trees are scared and so am I today
they wait with me, we wait for happy days
there's something inside your head...
I have never felt such frustration or lack of self control.
I want you to kill me and dig me under,
I wanna live no more.
© 1999 - electropsyoptica