Texty:
Dead And Divine

again is past all endeavor Except when that tune clutches my heart And there we are, swearing to love forever And promising never, never to part What moments divine

come close and feel the heat I am the streets, the white lines only separate me from me You hydroplane in false gods name and still crash into me Sign and

plastic people live genetically pre-programmed lives--and no-one laughs and no-one cries. Blinded by science the masses are duped and deceived, By the

Clutching your intestines, your scream echoes through me Perfection, a murder divine I hold the secrets of the dead within my grasp As I poke and prod

Between the lies our dead language tongues Before the dawns our hearts they, shall hunt The smell of blood excites the nostrils At first cut the sanguinary

the heart from the Lamb Fed the alley-cat Drank from the cloud's breast and traced my shadow in sunlight The figure of divinity Radiant in simplicity ... and

to trust No one to believe in But I cannot win this fight by myself I need some help And I need it quickly You've started to run All by yourself And

dead in the eye and said Your story's touching but it sounds like a lie Straighten up and fly right Straighten up and do right Straighten up and fly

again is past all endeavor Except when that tune clutches my heart And there we are, swearing to love forever And promising never, never to part What moments divine