Lyrics:
born
Don't consider it done, wait until Leviathan lovingly creeps in your sill
For he waits in the dark, brooding magically, mustering paperback
been watching the nightly news
Yea, this ole world's just rippin' at the seams
And with a past, dark and brooding
And a future looking black
It's
said it is Urizen
But unknown, abstracted, brooding secret
The dark power hid
with a smile
Stop brooding on old things taste new ones for awhile
Until we try how will we know?
How will we know until we try?
So let's say we
studio equipped for brooding
Alcohol and turpentine somehow you find it soothing
She stands at the full length
Admiring herself in her grandmother's
Lights out
Lights out
Goodnight, shuteye
That's a good guy
Soothing seething, brooding
Are you breathing?
Are you sleeping?
Are you
formed this abominable void...
This soul-shuddering vacuum?
Some said it is Urizen -
But unknown, abstracted, brooding secret
The dark power hid
the brooding contradiction, he's holding Van Gogh's ear
And he's taken to his guitar, in the hope someone will hear
It's life back stage and Nudie Suits
desolation in its wake
A blue peacock - about to blow up in your face
Intensive poultry battery brooding
Critical mass approaching cruelly
A numbed
about it
It must be fairly normal
To devolve into cycloptic brooding
As the genocidal massacres you rubbed
Over some perceived sedition
Insecurities
neither love nor combat can arouse you
Farewell, the trumpet's call, the sighing flute!
Old pleasures, tempt this brooding heart no longer!
The fragrance
This is who we are
This is what I am
We have nowhere else to go
Divided we will stand
We are the ugly
Beaten and torn
Brooding with power
Beneath a dimming sun great cities moulder and decay
In brooding nights of gloom and on
Through melancholy days
In the manses of the mages great
you
Found myself in truth
Golden summer skies
Shadows form, dance, and die
Lost myself in you
Found myself in truth
Brooding clouds not far away
T's winter, it's raining
You're tired, she's fainting
You're bitter, she's brooding
But don't be disenchanted
Cause you can barley stand it
Know the meaning of Hell's flaming core
I was the brooding night and you were dawn.
Saving me, for I was forlorn, in your light I am
Reborn.
Wasn't better at being
Who you wanted me to be
I've been living in lightning
For what seems like eternity
You wear these brooding ghosts
Tighter
brooding sadly
It's not unsure
It never has been
I pull to the side
Those black windows have been closed a while
(Have been closed a while)
Another
And I will raise up
My worried head
I have walked by so many rooms
And watched you brooding in the dark
I spent my youth moving round you
Like
Still swinging on my vine
Still getting up every day
Keep from brooding, keep it moving
To the end of the week
Helps having something on
Something
Through me, and the brooding clouds
And if her light never falls on me
I'm content just to feel the lack
And this fall set requiem for my way
Away from
Find a friend and hide I've built a home for my sweet across the brooding sea Every cut that I made I thought of your face And every stone that was laid
keeps watch with his magic prism eyes.|He views all his lands and is already aware of the three helpless invaders|trapped in his lair...'||Brooding in
the butcher
The pick-a-booger-at-your-wake is bumping "I'm your pusher"
Also at your wake, Juvenile Intruders at the gate
Brooding over waking history that
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