Wings of an Angel Songtexte
Don't Be as Rival Rats One Towards Another - Our Humanity Is Not Measured by Sheer Intellect but by the Capacity to Love and Accept the Mental Space of Your Fellow Human Beings
With Nothing Left but the Past That I Would Not Want to Remember, All I Can Afford Is a Drink of Seeing Myself Like This; I Know I'm Tough Enough for You to Phone, but All I Can Find Is a Whale and Its Full of Noise, Just Like You and the Way Your Han ...
You're the Spark That Guides Me, You're the Light in My Darkest Night, You Hold This World Down for It's So-So Cold... I Don't Think I Need to Let Go of You, So I Count My Blessings and Do Tell Me How I'm Gonna Spend My Life Without You One Day
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Walking Down the Street After a One Night Stand With the Shadow of God
Watch My Lifeblood With Your Naked Eye or Swallow Ahmadinejad's Rocket Dye
- The Emerald Flesh of Struggling Warriors Trampled Forever; This Unknown Desire Immersed Our Earthly Prisms in Lively Paradigms, Whose Frightful Herd Stature Was Sprawled Below Us. A Grove of Strange and Warm Flesh Beneath Authority and Against Lesser ...
- Watch My Lifeblood With Your Naked Eye or Swallow Ahmadinejad's Rocket Dye
Watching Falling Atoms Surrounded by Parasite Galaxies, I Know the Angels Cannot Sing Anymore and It's Too Late to Turn Back Time and Stop This Race to Annihilation; Yet, I Don't Wish to Be Another Statistic in the Universe's Satanic Verses, So What D ...
We All Survived the Wars of Love While Finding Easygoing Life Hacks for Boredom
- Find the Seeds of Life in Death's Calling Cuz There's Nothing Worth Saving
- Facing Eternity From a Lesser Position
- Elon Musk, Capitalism's White Knight, With His Utterly Dystopic Visions of the Future, He's Always on the Prowl, From Cars That Drive Themselves to Die, to Rockets That Soar Up High, He's Pushing Vanilla Boundaries, but the Question Is Why? Making the ...
- Seeking Comfort Among Crooks With Your Best Hooks
- You Know the Reason I Don't Want to Live Your Life
- Liberty Is Not a Verb
- Clay a New Brain From Leftovers
- Use Sarcasm in Art Carefully
- In the Dead of Night, I Crept Along to the Abandoned Drug Den Where I Belong; The Moon Shone Down on the Crumbling Wall as I Made My Way Feeling Small
- I Wandered Through the Empty Rooms, Each One Filled With a Sense of Gloom, the Ghosts of Addicts Past Still Lingered There, Trapped in a Hell They Couldn't Endure So Well
- Perhaps It Is Time to Let Go and Fade Away, Into the Vast Oblivion Where My Troubles Can No Longer Touch Me...
- In the Dim and Dreary Night, Where the Stars Do Not Shine Bright, There Lies a Place of Ill Repute, a Haunt for the Lonely and Forlorn to Scout
- Beware, Oh Lonely Poet, of the Vast Dangers That Lurk in the Night, for in These Bordels of Sin and Vice, Your Soul and Your Heart May Pay the Price!
- Caressing the Wrinkled Physiognomy of Someone Who Hasn't Slept for Near a Century
- A Lone Poet in Prison, Confined to His Cell, With Nothing to Inspire Him, He Fell Into a Well; A Never-Ending Hole, His Muse, Once His Source of Light, Now Has Become White Powder to Amuse Fright
- In His Wildest Moments, He Turned to His Art and Found Solace in the Lines He Would Chart, but as Time Wore On, His Muse Began to Fade, Leaving Him With Nothing, a Mind and Soul Unmade
- We're Mere Pawns in Our Own Petty Manipulations, Trapped in a Game That's Controlled by Unseen Forces; We Try to Assert Our Will and Make Our Own Decisions, but We're Swayed by the Words and Actions of Others
