. Starpoint to signal our endlessness Starpoint to signal this evermore Starpoint to compass: We look to the North To return to the centre: Angkor Wat
the north, the north, the north To return to the centre, to return to the centre, to return to the centre Angkor Wat, Angkor Wat, Angkor Wat
[Instrumental] [17 October: 1893] Such grim musings as have been occupying my mind of late unfortunately seem to suggest a possible link to the fate of
[Instrumental] [17 October: 1893] Such grim musings as have been occupying my mind of late unfortunately seem to suggest a possible link to the fate
It's totally psychological Motherfucker It's totally psychological Motherfucker Hate and war and blind despair Tell me you love me Tears and screams and
Born into a hazy crossfire The end result of innocence and ignorance Flesh and blood cure for emotional strife Vision obscured by a soft skin curtain
Bright sky blue Who now fades too Frames birds on the wing Whose sweet songs too sad so sing Now only an echo in my mind As sky fades to black I wonder
Lost in a blur of psychostatic Electro info windstorm manic A philosophy a way of life Sold in a smile evangeliphile Soothing pulsation mindnumbing relief
Hey I saw your mouth on, another's face It told me sweet secrets and reminded me of the taste Of your skin upon my lips But it's been so long I reach
Sinking in a sea of emptiness, alone A solitude, an isolation, to living men unknown Shadows of memories dance across my mind Just beyond reach with the
The answers you seek are inside yourself! Searching for a little sanity Not too impressed with this world's humanity Looking within for my own reality
Legs blown off he's got gangrene They keep him alive on a machine Prays for death every day But the doctors won't let him have his way He says in
Welcome To my world I have done it all for you Don't you think It is most powerful-Yes Complete control Is the key to success Absolute In the
You don't fear no evil If you got faith in yourself Twentieth century Charms and icons will do you no good Wealth and reputation It's all an image
In between worlds of white and black Lies a world of gray Beneath the sour born showering down It's time on me A thin sharp slice of dime Pushed gently
No more, he couldn't take anymore Slit his wrist, blood on the floor A writer who wrote down his thoughts Told about life and how he fought Used blood
No ... No, no, no! I've got something to say and you will listen Gonna state my mind, state my position Great white hunters, guns to their sides Trigger
