of day spent we all decay we can't resent or disrespect the time we've spent upon this plane from causes natural or other we all decay
are slowly rotting Off your deformed face Now you are just A twisted mass of burnt decay Retching violently Heaving chunks of burnt toxic decay Hair
living under loaded gun Like memories in cold decay Transmissions echoing away Far from the world of you and I Where oceans bleed into the sky God save us everyone When we burn
I ran to the lakes and up to the hill I ran and I ran, I'm looking there still And I smelled her burning flesh Her rotting bones, her decay I ran and
they beat upon a broken guitar And all the streets, they reek of tropical charms The embassies lie in hideous shards Where tourists snore and decay
case, the one who can't afford to face her image is restored to grace Disappeared, no trace, musky tears, suitcase The down turn, brave little burn cub
my rib cage Givin' birth to overgrowth invadin' on to path ways Burnt out trees cover streets where children once played Sown seeds decay through sacred
non-denominational Join the choir, we'll be singing In the Church of Wishful Thinking A fire burns today Of blasphemy and genocide The sirens of decay
wreckage and roadside debris Happiness returned to me through a grave emergency The curtains decayed, the daylight poured in I was never afraid of the darkness again My burns
any more and i will surely meet decay won't you reach out and touch my heart ache feel it beating please don't throw it away i can't believe your careless lies your burning
day Then darkness and disorder slapped him sharply in the face It hit him like a friend, struck somethin' deep within He couldn't break the chain of slow decay
Satan who showered them with wealth A Purple Haze crawled on the lawn where lonely angels played And Shakespeare wrote of Vietnam while a president decayed
showered them with wealth A Purple Haze crawled on the lawn Where lonely angels played And Shakespeare wrote of Vietnam While a president decayed Hollow
bodies from their timeless slumber Soulless participants in this unholy ritual, the dead crawl from their earthen prisons Bodies decayed beyond recognition
the future What makes a man so fickle? Who put the daggers in those eyes? Was it to learn through dark days of struggle? Was it to burn to burst all
After the wash Before the fire I will decay Melt in your arms As the day hits the night We will sit by candlelight We will laugh, we will sing When the
Monoxide Child], {Jamie Maddrox}) Imagine a place that exists beyond, a place that's seldom seen [A place that even the wickedest souls that burned have
Well, oh, well I feel I'm in decay John Laws is on the air again It's heavy traffic, jacarandas Eye in the sky and foot on ground I see a million sand
