: The memories far beyond the reckoning Have begun to lurk in the distance Like visual objects dearly known The grace of devils hands As they walk
: Turn off the light, take a deep breath, and relax Je ne dors plus Je te desire Je veux aller au bout des mes fantasmes Je sais que c'est interdit Prends
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The Bloodline Is The Straightest. Pure As Lies. We Refine, Filter. Purify, Our Kind. Is that not Civilized? Why?
In a dangerous environment, a single mother fights against tradition. Protecting her son from the corrupt influences surrounding them both. She tries
Give you soul to devil Sacrifice your life Young body on altar You're never gonna die! We're never gonna die Look at my hands, look at my face, evil
Censorship on the left and right watch what you think watch what you say Enforced Orthodoxy Enforced Orthodoxy
Final adjustment to timing sequences For the master control system Main engine check Proton drive unit PDU meter reads level Linear acceleration module
With your nuclear drive With your nuclear drive With your nuclear drive With your nuclear drive Before I had time to think about it And right before
News had drifted on the wind of many minds That this was to be an occasion of great importance For it was said by some that Earth City Had somehow uncovered
Jaws of blue open wide the sky Silence split with thunder men who fly Descend the jaws of cosmic brood For their appetite we the fleshly food Rising
Lives of great men all remind us We may make our lives sublime And so departing leave behind us Footprints in the sands of time And with the writing
People function of a dreams People function, scheming their schemes People function, trusting to fate Looking for the Joker but it's too late Is there
?Now; the prisoner wearing a black sweater' he has changed from his t-shirt; is being moved out toward an armoured car. Being led out by, er, Captain
I wander around the streets so lonely and empty Lost in a crowd, but I can't hide Is there a place where I can escape to? A desert island where I can
Friendship seven, I'll try to describe what I'm in here I'm in a big mass of some very small particles that are brilliantly lit up Like they're luminescent
Gentlemen, destroy The memories far beyond the reckoning Have begun to lurk in the distance Like visual objects dearly known The grace of devils hands
We were born pagans, never to live by the book of lies, we, who blash the church and spit on the cross, for we are the unorthodox.