in the holy mirror. My beauty is disguised by an opaque, white screen. And so I hate this insufficient shell that covers my soul. I hate my wild curly
My angel clipped wings I know Wonders in darkness on grimey ground In a forest unclean unsound Everything everything's gone wild Make land for the cows
I've been to wild Montana I went there in a storm My boots were Texas leather My Levis wet and torn I loved it in Montana Loved it in the storm I think
to the top of them steps love Instead of playin' with the pieces that got messed up get dressed up, we goin' out to catch the best buzz Self-medicated, spirit
Part of me is the prodigal Part of me is the other brother But I think the heart of me Is really somewhere between them Some days I'm running wild Some
Impregnated with the spirits of knowledge Tasted the fruit of education Guards of great secret, orphitos and hidden Departed spirits of immortal Feveloped
It needs to be opportune, nostalgia?s a movements doom the spirit will survive, the flame is still alive but the faces change Sitting in my room at night wild
the Kerouac cat, sometimes truth is stranger than fiction in my alley around the corner, there's a wino with feathered shoulders, and a spirit giving
Delightful night... When the fullmoon lights cemetery?s valley Winds of frost strike my tomb When I am in eternal sleep When wild storms dwell Wind blows
Delightful night... When the fullmoon lights cemetery's valley Winds of frost strike my tomb When I am in eternal sleep When wild storms dwell Wind blows
and gone on you If you could feel it now Warmer than magenta skies My spirits burning just like the blazing cheeks on the face Of a young child And it's wild
with wings Summon your fears from hell It's the call of the wild Calling you In this last macabre hour, witches cry And turn to dust before the moon Many spirits
I love you so, Never let go, I will be your ghost of a rose..." Her eyes believed in mysteries She would lay amongst the leaves of amber Her spirit wild
To know her name, She was wild, she was free She was calling to me, Sister Gypsy we're one and the same I can see her in you Kindred spirits are few,
bad apples On our family tree Kind of ripened and rotted In our puberty Two kindred spirits bound by destiny Well now I was smart But I lacked ambition Johnny was wild
which pilots and co-pilots manually control free-fall, latitude, longitude, protact gravity, revise dimensional equations, run programme checks, submerge in the wild