Lyrics of the week

Neverlady

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Flowing Tears: Starfish Ride (for a million dollar handshake)

come down to my echo mind
feverdreams of neurotic kind
but I cannot feel you

head down and straight in line
feverdreams of a foreign tribe
but I cannot feel you... cannot see behind your eyes

come ride on a starfish's spine
6 1 7 and 49
but I cannot feel you

would you join my starfish ride
for a 6 7 and 49
still I cannot feel you... cannot see behind your smile

no tears, no more cries
no predicted paradise
no dreams - no more scars
no love to forever last
hey little lucifer inside

way down for handshake time
scorn for the devil and love is mine
but I cannot feel you

would you join my watergun ride
for a 6 1 7 and 49
but I cannot feel you...

no tears, no more cries
no predicted paradise
no dreams - no more scars
no pain to forever last
hey Mr. Lucifer - you're mine
 
Originally posted by [KOTNO]Narrot
did not think about that..it's just so perfect after next in line...grrrr...i want to listen to PoE now but my cd is at a friend's... :cry:

... I have mine home... :D
 
Lyrics of the week are:

Deconstruction

The fallen that dreams suicide
Takes the needle, instead of the gun
The victim who self crucifies can't realize
Christ is a weapon that chisels at our lives
Deconstruction
The martyr takes his aim and wounds the holy man
And on the eighth day God made the art of war
And laughing planned the end


Who will tend the garden when the snake swallows the light?
Who will eat the decay when the worms have lost their sight?
Who will rape the weak when there's nothing left to gain?
Who will till the soil of these barren black remains?


Deconstruction, deconstruction


Who will lick my wounds when they take away my speech?
Will you stand in line while the shepherd hunts his sheep?
Could you see tomorrow if I took away your eyes?
Can you crawl from under new age prophecy's despise?


Deconstruction, deconstruction


acoustic solo J.L.


Deconstruct my reality and let me slip away, I am the dog


solo T.C.


Who will tend the garden when the snake swallows the light?
Who will eat the decay when the worms have lost their sight?
Who will rape the weak when there's nothing left to gain?
Who will till the soil of these barren black remains?


Deconstruction, deconstruction
Deconstruction, deconstruction


Our world is in deconstruction
Our world