"Going Home"
He Stands Alone, A perfect clone. Soaked in blood to the bone, Never answering the phone. He sits and grips his chrome Tapping it against his dome.
He begins to foam at the mouth Thinking of the one who wrecked His home; Now his job must be done. He is the only son! With much to be won, None to be lost. Feeling nothing but frost He descends from his throne, letting go a slight groan.
Beginning his hunt, for the devilish gnome. When it is slain with no one left to blame. Once all is set right, He will take flight and Finally return home.
"Nothing More Than A Dream"
I dreamed of a languid symphony. The screaming had gone but the visions of bitter ugly ness floods my mind. Still delirious I watch as the produce is passed down the motorized belt, where enormous purple and black fingers lust for it. Never satisfied always wanting more, my soul they grab and pull, until it is no more
We watch powerless, as the lazy moon slowly perishes from the sky. Then a thousand tongues lick up my blood, driving the knife in. Bringing me closer to death, the angel waits because this is my last breath
"The Goddess"
The Diamonds beneath the shadows urge the woman to incubate then boil the raw meat. The men stand around her chanting for her to go on. But inside she knows this must be wrong and shouldn't go on.
Covered in blood this repulsive goddess stands alone. Her mind a delicate storm of lust and love. A thousand chain reactions go off at once. With no one left to worship her, she lets out a moan no, more than a whisper. She grows cold and falls to the earth. This gorgeous beast has fallen asleep.
"Delirium"
I drive like the Knife still delirious, heaving the goddess to a lazy moon for a truly gorgeous death. Franticly I shot fast shaking beneath the shadow of a delicate honey red sky.
I then dreamed of a garden where she played with her tongue. Screaming madly of a vision I showed her behind the shadow of a thousand whispering forests.
I traveled to the shoreline trying to find my mind. The windy seas moan together like the music for my enormous incubated head. But I could only ask it essentially easy questions, because the storm's symphony can be rather deadly.
Come on now and try to understand. You'll only know my pain if you take my hand. Then and only then will you hear the band playing the same tragic love song over and over again.
"Once Upon a Time"
Once upon a time you were always on my mind. Eventually I regained my senses and moved on. All of that is done, never to return.
The angel sits by my bed waiting for me to be dead. Until my sheets run red and nothing more is said. She shall wait until my soul has gone on to the nirvana that is death.
Until then every breath i take, I shall make it like my last. I don't want to hurry the end because it shall come fast.
"Mind Slave"
My mind is a slave. I have too much on my plate. I've always been looking for a certain day. All she said was that I'll wait for you there. Never saying where.
It's been forever; still I have not found her. Soon my time will be up and I'll die alone, forever preserved in stone. And on I run until the day and sun have gone. I have to lament on all I've done. Trying to fight my way back to the light. Almost ready to give up my fight. And still I hear those words; I'll wait for you there.
