Search results for 'cold-drawn'

the cold
Drawn out on a splot-filled page
A perforated plague
Forgotten faces
Staggered glances
Years and years let go
Lost romances
Gaps in transit
Clever

burning cold
Draining color into grey
Now too weak to get away
Trapped within the Winter's cold
Drawn into the colors hold
Hunger is all it knows
It rose up

Empty glasses left to fill
Face cold drawn not old but filled with lines
Stacked up shots and beers
Create trails of tears
But by the end of the night

We started from below
Through the ashes, down from the dirt
Running from the cold
Drawn to fire, love when it burns
When it all comes down to destiny

My fluids
Wonder in cold space
Drawn to
To a warmer place
I'm floating
I'm floating off
Space ship called cosmic star
It's time to make your own way

when it all begins
Second the motion of a win
A sense of awareness to what you are drawn
Cold hearted bitch
Carry's on

The glass through which you begin

Animation

Channel Zero

Channel Zero

1995

distrust
Are walking through my head

Stone cold, drawn in sweat
Can't sleep late at night
All those things that get me down
And keep me close to my

We started from below
Through the ashes, down from the dirt
Running from the cold
Drawn to fire, love when it burns
When it all comes down

No Religion

Asia

XXX

nowhere to run
Got nothing going, and I still can't feel the sun.
Wait for a new day, a Messianic dawn,
Same terraced houses, with their cold curtains

and done
When I'm dead and gone
Silence kills me, why can't I speak?
Drank the poison I am not weak
Cold and drawn
Dead and gone
Cold withdrawn
Dead

never found the key
To the golden gates is told

Her heart an ice box frozen Cold
Overthinking drawn her Sorrows 
With some overdrinking
Alcohol added

you're cold and drawn
No joking, Hell don't have no fury Like a woman scorned (oooh)
And when a woman's gone
That's when you see her clearly
That's when my

Who's never found the key
To the golden gates is told
Her heart an ice box frozen Cold
Overthinking drawn her Dorrows 
With some overdrinking
Alcohol

drifting by
As I'm heading to the dawn

While I'm up high with mist tendrils caressing my eyes
I grow taller with each cold breath drawn
The tragedies below

The feeling is cold
And long; drawn out
When I change tones
I am told, I shout
But what I fear most
Is what tone is allowed
That of the other
And most of their

Old cat, your new jeans
Claws drawn, cold and comforting
In search of warmth your lap can provide
While my blood chills by your wintery side

and kill
Keep up the speed never waste your time 
Cleansing your hands from the bloody crime

Sheer perfection the lines are drawn
Cold disguises, shining

Sitting on Jupiter

Les Sampou

Les Sampou

1999

A thin blue line is the smoke from a cigarette
or lips drawn cold and lifeless from lack of breath
But the sky round the earth?
I won't forget a thin

shadows are here to get you

how they want to embrace you in their cold arms

and drawn you in the pool of tears

of those who suffered because of your sins