be sure, I press hard, keeping her head beneath the bloody water a few moments more. Her neck snaps, her nose breaks, and her face collapses against
of the age May be the hourglass Of earth covering earth But not in Betlehem Not in Jerusalem Not in Chorazin And not in Bethsaida We will not again
In the bed, Amongst the dead: Santa Rita, ora pro nobis I looked at you And touched the earth Hid under concrete and cruelty Credo quia impossibile est That the dead rise, rise, rise
never learn the lesson until I learn the lesson too late I fold and I start again Rise up and over and collapsing in MY SOUL IS RECYCLABLE Dying and
wake me up and do not let me go And if the world falls from the sky Shall we like the atlas rise If time collapses to this end Beneath the avalanche
the ground filled with the evil spawn Still waiting for the prophesied revival And when collapsed stars come into sight They'll rise up to rule the Earth again
vast reluctant pasts. Ethereal eternity awaits the final act. It crawls towards the altar destined to collaps. Tragic legend, eerie stratum. Twisted, this mortal flesh invoked again
fraying fabric of a brain that if twists a little more you'll find demise as hatred has its way panic thrives, our numbers rise, don't open you eyes
lie in a bed Of fevered state You rise Again And open a curtain To find only night Coming in The dream Comes back Your up on the stage now Slumped collapsed
That doesn't belong to you You won't triumph because that day It will be the rebirth And from the blood it will rise again That frail soul that now succumbs
wear the flower he gave me It's so cold here deep beneath the lapping water... The water The water My love Head against
(conversation continued from the end of Duck Seazon) [The Wu-Tang Clan will rise again There are many of us, working for the good of the Wu] Tang Die! *
up I wind up in a rusted world with eyes shut So tight that it blurs into the world of pretend And the eyes ease open and it's dark again From the top
's up I wind up in a rusted world with eyes shut So tight that it blurs into the world of pretend And the eyes ease open and it's dark again From the
? flare of unrest. . . I?m bleedin? ?cause I saw on this earth Falls, and star-set rain. Rise! Hushin? this frozen-space, darkness of this unlife, again
well i've been toning up my back for a stint against the wall, because that's where it's going to be when more towers collapse, their foundations rumbled
See Along Black Walls Rise Tier after Tier of Carven Painted Sacrophagi Each Standing in a Niche in the Stone The Mounted Tiers Rising Up To Be Lost in
all alone, staring from the bottom of his soul, watching the night come in from the window, window It'll all collapse tonight the fullmoon is here again