more day Don't you forsake Don't make me wait Don't you know I'd do anything for you I'd steal the stars out from the sky above you I would tame the wild
black evolutions of love you are hearing the dark supernatural is the world we call our own home lightning in the mind comes out in song but we're wild
lookin' good like you should you're bad an itinerant dimension mystic is your spirit see like color absolute bodiless indeed casual kindred spirit past
grief As I took my way to the spirit land For love is the breath of the soul set free So I walk a river that darkly rolls That my spirit may whisper
I'm floating the hoaming pigeon out hell's kitchen window Left an SOS infested bottle nestled in his grip so With a prayer circle release party and hardy wild
t ever gonna have to leave my house satellite dish, get up on my wish list, turn me to a tyrant let my clean spirit dissolve through the appliance plug
famished potholes And I'm tired Tied up on these functions Killer cottoncandy clouds and huckleberry justice league Another knuckle-dragger dungeon breed Run, breathe, sit, bellow Wild
before so in manic heavenward stare let the confession from our lungs that as our bodies torch the air to the fanfare and the drums, amid drunken wild
Through vast valleys I wonder To the highest peaks On pathways through a wild forgotten landscape In search of God, in spite of man 'til the lost forsaken
hierarchy fed desires The spirit within--quickly became lost In search of glory and power the rules of war were taught The dogs, run wild, parting souls
Yo, yo, yo I know you heard of Afu, tryin to get witchu Knowledge be the foundation, eff the gun fool One of the best to blaze the spirits who lyrical
away. Fantasy, midnight and you and me. Ecstasy, spirits running wild and free. Take me away, away. Fantasy, midnight and you and me. Ecstasy, spirits running wild
sign of... [Part IV: "The appearance of the warrior wraith"] Three dead man rode across the sky Three kingly warlords of the night Three hunting spirits
side, oh what a nice sight... I feel so right, my spirit is so high I feel so right, my spirit is so high When you get down Pigalle Girls will drive you wild
has covered the Forest with a solemn Mantle, I again visit Her Grave (May Her Murderers hear our Threat) "Though Thy Slumber may be deep Thy weak Spirit
thunk Onto the floor And there will be no strange man Suddenly all that time sitting there Sitting there on what must be the prize chair In your collection of uncomfortable chairs With a wild