Long ago I kissed her skull
Sunbleached and beautiful
Slick-wet with diesel fuel
We'll watch the midnight movie
Painted with the sky
Bleeding white butterflies
After surfacing from the mirror
(where rabbits lead us)
Women shaking death from his hair
I swear, the wind sounded like
spirits voicing all the things that
tortured them
(when they were men)
the fire light was an offering
to the gods that runs thru the bark of the trees
I believe, like the sky above me
we won't live to see it end
now lets pretend that it could have been
(any other way)
long and slow I kissed her skull
sunbleached and beautiful
slick-wet with diesel fuel
we'll watch the midnight movie
painted with the sky
bleeding white butterflies
older ghosts than you and me listen to the whispering
whisper to the listening old grey ghost
and i whisper to the listening sky,
by the gods above us
we wont live to see it end,
now lets not pretend that it could have been
(any other way)
bleeding white butterflies
lond and slow I kissed her skull
this song rocks too,
not much in my life goin on,i have weed,i have wine,i need your ass to be mine,make it happen.
Sunbleached and beautiful
Slick-wet with diesel fuel
We'll watch the midnight movie
Painted with the sky
Bleeding white butterflies
After surfacing from the mirror
(where rabbits lead us)
Women shaking death from his hair
I swear, the wind sounded like
spirits voicing all the things that
tortured them
(when they were men)
the fire light was an offering
to the gods that runs thru the bark of the trees
I believe, like the sky above me
we won't live to see it end
now lets pretend that it could have been
(any other way)
long and slow I kissed her skull
sunbleached and beautiful
slick-wet with diesel fuel
we'll watch the midnight movie
painted with the sky
bleeding white butterflies
older ghosts than you and me listen to the whispering
whisper to the listening old grey ghost
and i whisper to the listening sky,
by the gods above us
we wont live to see it end,
now lets not pretend that it could have been
(any other way)
bleeding white butterflies
lond and slow I kissed her skull
this song rocks too,
not much in my life goin on,i have weed,i have wine,i need your ass to be mine,make it happen.
He would kill the whitedraped men
He would kill all holly men
He would kill the powers in control
to waste these jokers in this pathetic game
He would choke the sleaze pig
He would shepherd the sheep off the cliff
He would crush all organs of speech
to start the process of renewal
He would avenge the dead
He would crave divine protection
He would sing the songs of darkness
to call upon it to manifest
He would "mirror" himself in the tundra frost
He would rape its virtue
He would disable its ways of hurting him
to give him that advantage
This would be the way of the misanthrope
in order to create you must destroy
We would greet the nuclear morning mist
We would smile at all life dying
We would cherish each and every moment
and celebrate the return of Sin
We would bow to the planet's Iconoclast
we would march under the flag of Dominion and Hate
we would burn all conspirators
and their works with'em
We would reveal the only truth
we would make them really sorry
we would show them Sovereignty in true fashion
and then be a reflection of their loss
We would soak up the last joys of our lives
we would Hail that grotesque destiny we would walk on the last glory
and hope for blessing to come
[Edited on Feb 22, 2004 10:13AM]