There is nothing more frightening,
than coming face to face with utter Horror...
(for Bernard)
I dont think he loves anything under the sun...
Empty promises, empty words,
Dance behind my closed eyes...
As the wisteria blows on the wings of spirits...
The fragrance emanating penetrates on sheer...
Burn burn down in hell
Make me smile at your pain...
Not going to let you survive
Not going to let your body strive...
Dancing on the wings of angels,
disco lights singing on broken shells...
Is it to be real, or liked?
Is it honesty, or feign...
Drop, Drop, Drop
The day lingers on...
Here I am said the Devil on nigh
Come a little closer I'll get you real high...
I came walking all at once
Down a dingy public by-street...
The visions I think in my head,
The sights I see that can't be said...