You want to go where you know you can always go. But with a poor choice of words, intellect can be purged and our purity re-leashed. Like the dog and his man show misjudgement of task, we can't let the beast take power. To spite the machine, artists will find the means to prove their whole country.
Inside of a jewelry box we've opened up, the ballerina poses like a swan. Around this big great world she don't understand her lullibies chants exploit mankind.
I deserve some credit for reserving my credit for artists who deserve it. But a transplant of self may turn death into life or a shore into a graveyard. But you're far too dumb to start loving someone that might mean something to you. So make your choice now: Mother or Monster? Will you ever find love again?
Extremely doubt myself and my whole cause. Extremely doubt my art and what I've taught. I'm not meant to change the world. No, I'm not meant to spark revolution on my own.
Crown was made with trash and thread: Pure and simple foundations. Amalgamate our fears and pride before we realize our lives are disguises of real men.
I could say that our age conflicts with our burley brooding fix. World creates its own casualties as little boys fantasize about murdering their families. Get a taste of the fate of our race. Commonplace to encase secrets. The heart bakes and quakes for love but the biggest hearts grow the biggest gaping holes.
Blackest sanctums grow inside out brains, The blackest habits keep us feeling insane. The ancient Volcano it burns within. Satan's grip won't let me go.
I feel my heart choking. I feel my eyes crying. I feel my soul sobbing. Oh why, oh why must I live inside this body?