Godless Lawless Stifled Bondage The grubs are fastened In sackcloth and ashes We are the children Of amnesia of heaven Their cries go unrequited Lost
Lock and load Kill em all Let the lord Sort em out Fortifying lies for the Triggerman A honey-tongued devil do as she commands Psychotic! So patriotic
Not to touch the earth Not to see the sun Nothing left to do, but Run, run, run Let's run Let's run House upon the hill Moon is lying still Shadows of
We dream like lions Warm in the frost Fresh from the kill Tiny teeth and claws We dream like lions Deep beneath the loam The windows of his soul Ash
: Lock and load Kill em all Let the lord Sort em out Fortifying lies for the Triggerman A honey-tongued devil do as she commands Psychotic! So patriotic
: A soft procession of endless hymns swallowing bullets like sleeping pills Across the floor of an ancient room it was not God, it was not the moon
: Hush now, close your eyes open your mouth, swallow lies Hush now, close your eyes open your mouth, swallow, swallow lies Moth breath fluttering He
: Godless Lawless Stifled Bondage The grubs are fastened In sackcloth and ashes We are the children Of amnesia of heaven Their cries go unrequited
: The soft sound of snow crunching underfoot gives me comfort. Her building is at the end of the block. She lives on the north side. Bottom floor. Middle
: (originally by The Doors) Not to touch the earth Not to see the sun Nothing left to do, but Run, run, run Let's run Let's run House upon the hill
: LOUD & PROUD LOUD & PROUD Alone, in the crowd Sometimes I feel more dead than alive Sometimes I feel I can do it this time Sometimes I feel so empty
: No more tears Stand up to your fears Keep your voices raised Keep your knuckles bloody Keep your voices raised Keep your knuckles bloody No more
: We dream like lions warm in the frost fresh from the kill tiny teeth and claws We dream like lions Deep beneath the loam The windows of his soul Ash
: There are nights, so vacant and hushed, I can feel the texture of my tattered soul moving within me. Black tar, dripping, sticky and thick. A soft,
: These days of rage have left their stain on me. I've pummeled this world to dust I've broken these men of blood Now I wake naked, in the debris But
No more tears Stand up to your fears Keep your voices raised Keep your knuckles bloody Keep your voices raised Keep your knuckles bloody No more tears
