Lyrics:
the Tokyo night
It was over when she walked with a man in a Yakuza suit
Taking love to new undiscovered heights
Some things can't be touched occurs to me
State officials talk of freedom they, talk
In this country that we live in they, talk
Free to be harassed and be beaten by the pigs your rights,
We drove a hundred miles that day
To see a Halloween parade
Skeletal autumn in Cold Spring
Parents holding hands with Pale Death's infants
At words poetic, I'm so pathetic
That I always have found it best,
Instead of getting 'em off my chest,
To let 'em rest unexpressed,
I hate
At words poetic, I'm so pathetic
That I always have found it best,
Instead of getting 'em off my chest,
To let 'em rest unexpressed,
I hate
the first girl
Who wasn't a man
And smiled as the spiders
Ran all over my hands
The sleep of no feeling
The sleep of no being
The sleep of no dreaming
No one knows where
I buried my sweet Virgina Madison
The winter chill falls over me
And keeps me numb inside
Under the moon by the edge of town
In the heart of the night
I went to forever walk
In the obscure eternity
Through woods and thickets
Over mountains and through valleys
I left
again
Because I don't want you to know
Can I escape from myself
And my fear to meet your eye?
I can smell you inside
It's all over me by now
Though
I've kept it in my heart
For over twenty fucking years
And all that time washing away
With the stench of my spilt tears
I've lingered on the amorous
At words poetic, I'm so pathetic
That I always have found it best,
Instead of getting 'em off my chest,
To let 'em rest unexpressed,
I hate
or child
The more you kill, the more they smile
After talks and all's been said
War is over, both countries dead
The people gone, now it's too late
Morning bright, rise
Go over your lines
Iron your carefully crafted disguise
We'd all like to sing
It's easy to sigh
To sprinkle a handful
she can't now she can't tell time
Respects to the burst and the electric wires thirst
Over to the sprawl and the talk of to the hand
Our creams
Ready to go
The sky up
It's raining
Reading a book
On the downtown train
Easy enough
When the words are all plain
Off in the distance
??
and listening to your music over the phone.
yet again this outlet feels to fall quite short,
Has it lost its aesthetic.
donation based validation.
Have we
Well I swear I see her in my dreams sometimes
Held up in the middle of the night
Shaking like a pistol in a young man's hand
There in the pale
"Rest in peace", the preacher
Concludes his speech as you lay out of reach
One by one, the dirt your loved ones held
In their hands is released
So
If it's the last time
I'll hold your hand in mine
Look into your eyes
All our good times passing by
Remembering our highs
It's hard to say
call our name
So we rise upon to the mount with Kings at our Command
To turn the endless cycle of the savage bloody hand"
And it's hard to see into
Moses stood on the mountain
waiting for you to pass by
you placed your hand over his face
in your presence he wouldn't die
And all Israel saw your
over again
there's no need to say we're sorry
embraced in silence we'll remain
It's not easy to remember
and it's harder to forget
let's make it last
there
By the perfume stand, there's
A made up girl with a
Messed-up hand thought she'd
Look distressed, she looks just
Grand kind of chic, what a cheek
High on your energies and vibes
Oh I, I really think you're outta sight
You move me and halt the hands of time
Did I, know you in a former life?
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