I'm walking in the daze of never ending days sparkling as a star in the drizzling rain. I'm not so sure to love not so sure to hate isn't it peculiar? Am I driving in the wrong lane? Time runs so fast for the outcast of this world, life seems to be as fast as I can bear it. I am trying to slow down this heart I could not stop relaxing all the constraints from bottom to the top. I'd better keep a straight face when death will take its toll it's not a valid option just weeping: "I was wrong". Now came out the solution, not very hard to sort it was an easy matter, I picked the shortest straw. So I knew that very instant my bride would come along the only thing I could say was: "Sorry, I was wrong". And all those full moon faces they look to me so phoney when all is for the bucks, all this for the money. Survival of the fittest, the leading of the strong I know yes I know this play is simply much too wrong.

Kiss this orifice as a spring of joy playtime as the night falls you're my little precious scrub it on my briefs and stay awake. Pump it up pump it down shake your ass to every single sound take it along easy life is fucking crazy. Drink this poison from my silver cup liver guts and spill blood lay on your cross don't even think to cry. Fuck you up fuck you down nod your head to every single sound take it along easy life is fucking crazy. We are so busy babe! Keep the neighbours off this, keep the neighbours off this, keep the neighbours off this. Keep the neighbours! Viper tongues in the world outside shelter you will find here lay on your knees the only truth it's me. Liars make you misunderstood but you're the best in the neighbourhood take it along easy love is pretty teasing.

Walking and crawling down under I hear every thunder that roars in your heart. No one knows what is like to be the blind man that could see thru the wakes of your eyes. So I ride my horse thru the valleys down to the green apple sea. Along snow capped mountain trails to reach where I should not be. And believe me this is not crazy I know no bastard like me. And my horse is getting lazy and I'm so tired to flee. Singing the song you once taught me my throat will be barking to the ghostly moon light. No one knows what is like to see his own face, his own feet blurring in a night ride. And my heart will be opened wide all I need is cuddle time. And my senses will stop to fight all I want now is cuddle time. I see you riding right by my side just give me some cuddle time. And I'll follow your guiding light I'm running quick out of time. So my horse will be leading me down to the valley below and the chilling wind will howl carving shadows in my soul, carving memories and names upon the darkest stone and though I ride at a lower pace I will not be alone.

Heaven is something not to care about. The same old tune they want us to sing. To keep on fighting poverty and corruption. Forget 'bout heaven we need now to create now a whole brand new world where every man wears a crown Where the power of human redemption sounds clear and crisp and aloud. Thru the valleys and in thru the green fields and into the fortified towns our holy war will spread around until your kingdom will come. You know it's so good for me to be back. And home bread smells just like heaven on earth. Good stuff to stuff our young growling guts. Red as the blood in your feet and your hands. Loving you was quite an issue but time moved on the other side. Thirty gold coins for the mission to stop your mission and hide. Let me kiss now your pale complexion let me now taste your red wine Now it's time to move on to a different future and shine extract from "Communion of Blood and Body" Dr. Alan Cairns "God's Hell" Rev. John Wagner

What's your life supposed to be? Looking for security? What's your wife supposed to see? A naked singularity? Time running out of time closer to the end. Crime's to hide your head inside like a turtle in the see. What your life appears to me? Mental insanity? What your wife deserves to see? Deathly pale philosophy? A second horse to ride on a transfigured land. A creeping soul you feel inside like a turtle in the sand.

Welcome to your mind so what did you expect to find? A better place to sow the seeds? A sweeter taste to feel? So welcome to your own ghost. What are the things that scare you most? The silence of the night? That reddish little vein branching into your eyes? This is all you have to show? Nothing less and nothing more? Beware of the dogs, they're patrolling the streets with chapsticks for your lips you need to be alone

Raindrops are falling as darkness is calling it is my only mate Torques and stresses detach my senses from the unspoiled gates Drove all night long singing an old song you used to sing along Windscreen is crying tears swept away saying I made it wrong so grim pale like an angel kind of a stranger who did the deed? the moon is high up in the sky if love is not what you think of better get it off, better flee I feel the breeze right underneath sure, right, all is up to me, love's just a feeling, not a mood the candle flame flickers to air so fuck love fuck all the sunsets fuck the romances, fuck you! I flip the coin soon I will join Everything's under the rain your eyes are just a decoy rain will wash all tears away leaving like this it's no joy

The daylight turns into dusk the wind begins to howls the first star fears to shine into such purple ooze. The night is bright as neon all thru collapsing skies the worst of it is lurking above below behind. Now it's time to feed the beast they're will be many all around. The wild cats growl while you mourn behind the cellar door you do not need to struggle hell will come from above. You're searching for an air stream but you're not even close you'd better call a doctor prepare to dig your hole. Rising fear, rising fear, rising fear. And the stars shine too faint into the southern sky while your eyes like flames flicker till you die. They're sharpening their tusks preparing the next war you'd better kiss bye bye it's time to fit your hole! Extract from "Mission Accomplished" speech by Mr. President G.W. Bush, May 1st, 2003.

We walk thru the valley of death but we want somewhere to stay, but we don't know where it is. We feel the growling sound of thunder deep inside our mind a new day will dawn. I lean back to the radio stations looking for the tunes that I love I lean back to a better nation god knows who's straight. Your fingers tip on my hat while you move into the air, just like an astronaut. We crowd on the ground field staring at the launching pad, waiting for the lift off Walking down the rainbow waiting on the limbo running for our lives is just a matter of playing bingo. DJs spin that shit around TV is on the playgrounds papers say the world is now much better than it does sound.

Surfing over waves of a rising tidal fire heart is beating fast trying to survive to the crawling fear sneaking from behind heart is running out of its gasoline. Death will be the first thing that you won't remember when she'll come along there will be no wonder harvester of souls tight in all the coils all this for the bucks all this for the oil. I want my life as it was before I blame you as I would I 'd speak out if I could I like to shout on your dirty face I blame you as I would I 'd speak out if I could

I've no lips when I should tell. I have no eyes when I must see. Where are my hands when I need to touch you? Where my nails when I got to scratch you? I'm so happy to be here staring at you moon. I'm so happy to be here mirrored by a spoon. I'm so happy to be alone barbing all the cable and wires. I'm so happy to be here cross-wording my spare time I've no lips when I should tell. I have no eyes when I must see. Would you like to spoon me dear? I need a contact among the living souls! I'm so freak and I'll die here digging with my spoon. I'm so freak and I'll die here singing to your moon. I'm so happy to die here plugging all my cables and wires. I'm so happy to die here I ain't no need to kill this time.

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You don't want to know the news you don't want to see the abuse I say broken, broken, broken. Innocent blood the name of the game turned into stone who is to blame? You say no one, no one, no one? Little voices they're lost in the crowd little bodies they will make no sound when they'll hit the ground, hit the ground, hit the ground. Lone as stars up above in the sky that's just where but you never ask why and say la-la-la-la-la-la-la-lay They walk on broken bottles on broken sunny days they're flying straight into the air. Life's just a feeling life's just another duty they say they never will to loose it. Nothing new on the TV screen you got use to it 'cos all it seems to me broken, broken, broken. Just stepped in broken dreams just stepped beyond the line of an anti-personnel land mine. He's now a bright light as bright as thousands suns shine is a word that's always misunderstood.

Welcome to your mind so what did you expect to find? A better place to sow the seeds? A sweeter taste to feel? So welcome to your own ghost. What are the things that scare you most? The silence of the night? That reddish little vein branching into your eyes? Where are you bound? Oh it's hard to tell which way you got to walk different meanings, the same old warnings. You feel the pain incoming when everything spins round and round down into your mind. This is all you have to show? Nothing less and nothing more? Beware of the dogs, they're patrolling the streets with chapsticks for your lips you need to be alone

This is a quick start guide, for those of you who are anxious to get started, and prefer to do now, and get a degree later, or even never. First, make a connection to the V.I.P. world. Let a V.I.P.-wannabe jack to be plugged in, and establish a first connection. This is easy,and could be even kind of fun. Second, try to be invited in a popular prime time TV show. You don't need to talk or say anything, just smile and look a bit dumb. If the V.I.P. fails to get you introduced, change it, and try again. You must be loaded with a smart phone, to manage your steadily increasing amount of incoming and outgoing e-mails, sms, mms, video chats, and other kind of shit. Use of handset while driving is advised, though you may look as a self-talking wacko. Don't forget to wear cool shades (underwear is not always required) anytime, anywhere. I got skills, I got game! I don't need to be afraid! Depending on your actual monthly income, oversized implants are an option you may want to consider, as well as bubble-like XL lips. Your bellybutton must be always exposed, no matter how fucking cold the wind is blowing. If nearby toilets are scarce, a proper prescription can avoid the inevitable symptoms of spastic-colitis during winter. But remember, if still you're not satisfied with your ego, sex is not the answer; sex is the question, yes is the answer. Important things you must avoid: smoke, high-carb food, pregnancy, books, culture in general (it can be really, really dangerous). Last advice: if all else fails, just lower your standards.