his arms. Who is this man? This can't be happening again. Where is my father, pacing impatiently? Who is this doctor, smiling horribly? And what has he
to a king green battered on the brink of disease I am, skin and bones, I am, sin and poems, I am, tin and chrome You grin and groans fuck it I'm tinted
the intangible thirst (never too thirst again), calm the churning tides, still the tempest, and part the seas. Delivering a drowning man to solid land
bleeding yellow man lying in the streets But there isn't anybody doing anything Beethoven, the boots are back in town When ignorance and fear are closing mouths and
this flow came from, and nobody knows where it goes, if the moon rules the tides and it makes move the seas, how can I break the rules and just
Harry O. And mad, cause I end up in your stereo And she, sing along to every song I got game by the six pack Gift wrap ya up and sent rip back Pimp taps and
sun go down on a frozen ocean As the man in the moon was rising And he rode the night all full and bright With his face at the far horizon And the night
these fields, that once were green Have turned to smoke and steel The sun will fall, and the last moon rise Don't turn this tide away If you want it So start it again
his mind like a midnight tide, and stood firm against its insistent siren call. And upon that arid field of war, the sentinels of light and shadow spoke
at hand! [Chapter 7: The Last Stand Against Chaos.] [ALTARUS:] And a crimson sun rose slowly over the Field of Blood... and such were the corpse-mounds
were routed soundly by the elder magics, fleeing the field howling their anathemas and maledictions against the King, and the winged horrors fell seared and
did sing Man has no choice When he wants every thing We'll rise above the scarlet tide That trickles down through the mountain And separates the widow from the bride Man
one man So on and off again He sailed the Europe's rim On and off, off and on Until his time had come Through tears and smiles The last domain The rods
and break the night I wanna come and fuck away the night I can make out the vague screams of trees As they burn and die Will I watch it leave so boundless and
tonight, Two more teardrops somebody cried, One of them happy and one of them bluer than blue. The tide goes out and the tide comes in, And someday there'll be teardrops again
few In central booking, or Brooklyn housing, Riker's Island Crime shooting up like a job, that's why we violent Dirty getter New York, suffer trials and tribulations And