Oh yea, back again Hope you've enjoyed our little excursions, huh Tippin', toein' through the mind of a motherfucker That need's a little fuckin' stompin
Go into the world Showing how much He loves you Walk in the world In merciful ways, He loves you He loves you Emmanuel on earth Yours is the body, the
I am, I am You die, We die Softly spoken, heart caressed Gently touched, - "Stay with me!" Hear my voice - through the night As I read your every word
With benediction in her eyes, Our dearest gods are not surprised. You better hold your lover down, Tie him to the ground. Whisper "I love you," One
Agonising road to ruin Fright filled roots of soul Iconoclasmic nightmare watching Grief now uncontrolled Uncertain loss, my pain - frustration Now to
Dedicated to Julian May, author of "The Many Coloured Land(The Saga of the Exiles in the Pliocene epoch) The rupture of the brain from flesh, children
Cut, dissected from within Like clockwork run the cells An unearthly silent din A constant toll of bells Mocking laughter evermore No sight of a refrain
Contained in blood scrawl, compiled evil artifacts. Insane instigators of ritualistic pacts. Necronomicon, bestial methods, age old torrid acts. If darker
Roasted visions unherald the call Pay the piper or face the fall Unpleasant benevolence Undesired, it's your defense Rotting flavored retribution Burning
Release me Erupting Break out from the Bleakhouse Fractured mind Four in one, my storm Escape my fantasies Hollow hear of my disease Angered psychopath
A stark contrast to bleakly view Mono chromic ways Fecund creeping ulcerate Cancer feeds on me Begin my solstice, forth of twelve Terminal complaint
In my parent's eyes, I'm a child of sin. Black sheep of the family, blessed be insanity. Down with the lambs, up with the lark. Run to bed my children
Joyride! In my dreams the world is - dark. For the longest time just - black. No light until the end - fall. Witness what is hidden. "There are opportunities
I lie screaming Remembrance of the past Emotions betray me below Adversity - My martyrdom Rancid breakdown bethothed Memories of passion overwhelming
You guard your mind, your thoughts must not devour Your soul at crux will cower And the image is mine Taunting you, unleash eternal time Am I what you
Maybe it's been just one of those days When I've had about as much as I can take I've tried so hard, tried so hard to be good But the world just threw
taken from letters sent by Jack the Ripper Fired anticipation, burns within me. Revealed in illness, at infancy. Whispering Jack, born in a fever. Twice
