: Gurning Victim - Insane on Pain Bridges Burnt - Future Creamated Cursed by Damnation - Menial Shreddings Across the Vacuum; - The Churning Souls Irrationally
: The yesterday we loved Speaks of tomorrow The blood of man matters in time Never taste the puss We live from Monday to Sunday But forget what
: Peints en sombre sur mes mains Pales comme neige au matin La vie a trop vite raye Les mots qui la dessinaient Elle git lasse dans la boue Pietinee
: Las de ce monde et de ses marionnettes, Il vecut esseule, sinistre esthete. A me desabusee meprisant la vie, Il ne peut tenir, survivre a l'ennui.
: Libre, mais a jamais soumis Aux desirs et a la vie J'erre, seul sans meme un ami Dans les couloirs de la nuit Pourtant, ni maitre, ni servile Frele
: C'est l'heure ou la nuit fait avec l'aube son troc. Dans un pays lugubre, en sa plus morne zone, Precipite, profond, massif comme le Rhone Un gave
: O Lune, nocturne phtisique, Sur le noir oreiller des cieux, Ton immense regarde fievreux M'attire comme une musique! Tu meurs d'un amour chimerique
: It is a dream to reach the beauty of the stars But when you reach this beauty you may burn the sun Sad faces on drab skin turning my heart to stone
: All my life natural desire a hole in my heart as wide as the sky my want as deep as any ocean my life avision of what could truly be to learn from
standing, all wet and sudsy, just because I came over to borrow his vacuum cleaner. (pause) He might be so mad, he wouldn't lend me his vacuum cleaner
The yesterday we loved Speaks of tomorrow The blood of man matters in time Never taste the puss We live from Monday to Sunday But forget what it means
lives in me Psychic transfer I've stolen their unique power Nothing can stop the evacuation Nothing can stop the psychic vacuum
All my life natural desire a hole in my heart as wide as the sky my want as deep as any ocean my life avision of what could truly be to learn from my
Gurning Victim - Insane on Pain Bridges Burnt - Future Creamated Cursed by Damnation - Menial Shreddings Across the Vacuum; - The Churning Souls Irrationally
acting different You say it's me But I know That it isn't It's love in a vacuum Love in a vacuum And that's not enough Love in a vacuum You will be
Sucks ! Face And stages now You're soberized Can tale... Sucks ! So lay And cry beside me and Until i get another explanation Dead end Sucks ! So show
Restrained by fear cannot face the world No fall from grace No smiling face only swollen fists Focused on rage These walls of pain closing in on me Crushed
I'll never get it I just don't think I'm like that Don't like planning stuff out It never happens that way I'm like a vacuum bag That holds all that