a sullen figure walks along a dusty road, his life was holy and he couldn't bear the load, he left his people and simple life behind, he raised his torso
transfixated on the big blue screen, it's your window to the outside, a melancholy dream, a medium upon which you build reality, this episodic currency
a refreshing plunge, a drink of palatable water, a deep inspiration on a warm summer day, a safe stroll in a middle of the road community, a neighbour
every day we profit so, leaning towards the great unknown, asking how it pertains to tomorrow aim for places we've not been, trample paths that go between
there's a light on in the hallway, so I can't understand, why you hide underneath the cover, there's a baby in your womb, so don't be scared tonight,
long ago in a dusty village, full of hunger, pain and strife, a man came forth with a vision of truth, and the way to a better life, he was convinced
pornographic sea, there's a flower behind the window, there's an ugly laughing man, like a hummingbird in silence, like the blood on my door, it's the generator
Hey now, I heard that the old song was fooling me lay down, start throwing gifts for a while stay down, deep inner heart feeling jealousy Hey now, life
head to her toe She got big yellow eyes lighting up like Xmas Turning tricks baby Electric Mistress A Harmonic Generator Intermodulator Come on let's shake it down Like that Harmonic Generator
what a fever Down, please pull me down, make a shoe of me Can a leaf stands for nature while Hi-Tec makes it better? Human being calculator? Yes with ID Generator
I'm a sonic generator It's as far as i can take it Aren't you glad that i can make it Oh oh in the money Baby put your arms around me Aren't you glad
heart You're the one that started it I?m the Generator I?m the Generator I?m the Generator I?m the Generator I?m the Generator I?m the Generator Yeah
food in your belly. I can get a record player, and a generator. Generate the music that makes you feel better. I can get a record player, and a generator. Generate
provo a girare a sinistra. Ma illusa di scappare Da un caos infernale Lo trovo proprio avanti a me E sempre li a frenare? Tu sei un generatore
Live like our own video What luck to have another turn High in victorian england Away from the smoke and the fire the mirror you'll see, has a memory
ikke til at sige hvad det er Nar man vagner op i kraner Og verden er hvid Kabler skal lige rettes til Motorer justeres Alt omkring funkler og glitrer Batteri generator
The noctilucent cloud's extensibility Engorges my ocular ardour Hiding in the auroral breakup's visibility Its genie I once saw Growing in the binocular