Candle is blue could see me through but I'm color blind
They tell me it's blue and I'm a believer that's why I'm blind
every normal man must be tempted, at times,
to spit on his hands, hoist the black flag,
and begin slitting throats.
My eyes are so bleary
I guess I'm young but I feel so weary
I've tried to express it
But I think its all a bore
Its at the heart of me,
A very part of me
INFP 4w5 so/sp
I've dreamt in my life dreams that have stayed with me ever after, and changed my ideas;
they've gone through and through me, like wine through water, and altered the colour of my mind.
- Emily Bronte
and the worms ate into his brain.
[SIGPIC][/SIGPIC] Smile! Now!
Some people are like Slinkys.
Useless, but still bring a smile to your face when you push them down the stairs.
We are the music makers,and we are the dreamers of the dreams.
End of line.
Hopeful wise old worm in his temple
Digging in the dirt, staying simple
Married, married, to the desert, to the desert
I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand
I dream of fire
Those dreams are tied to a horse that will never tire
And in the flames
Her shadows play in the shape of a man's desire
This desert rose
Each of her veils, a secret promise
This desert flower
No sweet perfume ever tortured me more than this
Even the lowest whisper can be heard—over armies—when it's telling the truth.
Most exciting thing I do, hang half way out a third floor window
Maybe throw lit cigarettes down
And maybe I'll catch fire something warm to hold me
Tell me would you kill to save a life?
Tell me would you kill to prove you're right?
Crash, crash, burn, let it all burn
This hurricane's chasing us all underground
The promises we made were not enough
The prayers that we prayed were like a drug
The secrets that we sold were never known
The love we had, the love we had, we had to let it go.
Come home tired, what a day I've had;
News ain't good from Stalingrad -
I been busy protecting the German race,
So come on baby, defecate on my face.
C'mon baby, send it on down;
Bend over Braunn and give me your brown.
There's trouble brewing in the Warsaw Pact,
So hurry up Eva and move your digestive tract.
Get to the bunker, looks like a sty;
Turn on the T.V. and it's all one Big Lie -
Here Eva, have these prunes to chew:
We have ways of making you poo.
Here come the Russians! It's near the end!
Proud to say that my girl never used an "S-bend".
What's that Eva? Your bowel's on strike?
Then it's all over for my Third Reich.
thinking of you
Sometimes the T.V. is like a lover
Singing softly as you fall asleep
You wake up in the morning and it's still there
Adding up the things you'll never be
No, you can't hide what you intend,
It glows in the dark
Once we've become the thing we dread,
There's no way to stop
And the more I try to hurt you
The more it backfires