The fly is the source of infection Some wild guy told me The fly is the source of infection Believe me it's not so The source of infection is you My fly
I got a riddle, What's little and talks big, With midget arms and creamy white filling in the middle, That'll do anything to throw dirt on my name, If
source (Of infection) Love, love is the source (Of infection) Love, love, love, love is the source (Of infection) Love, love is the source (Of infection) Love, love is the source
're telling me And still they offer no apology And they show no remorse The glow from the reactor Chokes the stars at night And I know the source
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All sewn up Your voice is static Take your call Pull out the seams I burn the page Far from my reach Am I afraid? Images are blurred Around my
Looking back in time Through verses set in nursery rhyme At oil painted eyes Of muses left behind I swear I know not why Those eyes have always left me
The only sin in this world of pain In this world of heartache The only sin in this world unjust In this world of shame In this world distrusting
Ride the apocalypse Coming through the city side Fallen angel no need to hide Where vengance hits All bodies collide and fate decides Where our love
It was there that I saw you As evening sighs, Let me come and have my leis And it was there that I came Rises up against the sky-line You were fair
Rolling thunder Like the blood from your hands Like a voice that commands Rain drops fall But I doubt that he's listening This world is a gutter
Hard to imagine, so hard to perceive To find an expression for what it all means Panic and struggle, death and decay It's coming together in relative
ve tried to lead The ruined landscape that I once called home I don't know what in this world is trying to save me Will melt away in source tags & in
Are you asleep, are you in a dream? Distant lights beckon & fade Unwritten songs of another day I fear that you would never be The copper shades of
It is a round about that I can't leave Only to find obscurity My life is haunted by young devilry I circle for decades I heard your voice On my
got up for It's been a long time my friend Boring, dumb, and fine So why you wanna bring that up You haven't changed, neither have I I feel it started at the source
the chosen, and the waves thrown, for men to see the one who made men to be. Prevailed from the source of Icon E. The waves of fury, prevailed from the source
Thou lovely source of true delight whom I unseen adore Unveil Thy beauties to my sight that I might love Thee more Oh that I might love Thee more Thy
