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Awake! Shake dreams from your hair my pretty child, my sweet one.
Chose the day and choose the sign of your day. The days devinity.
First thing you see is.......
 ---doors "ghost song"
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Hope, the enemy of peace of mind.
All beauty must die sometime.
Your honey sweetened breath.
The dawn of my death.
An apocalypse of my own making.
For a sex vampire, why don't you bite.
Nothing's true and nothing's right.
My secret self has many sides.
I'm sexy and scared, I like it from behind.
An apocalypse of my own making.
When everything turns red, I see red as well.
You see the color of lust, I see the color of hell.
What are we doing here naked on the floor.
What am I asking, there must be more.
An apocalypse of my own making.
You looked through sympathetic eyes.
Believers like me are just sinners in disguise.
Walking the line on the highway of shame.
Tied to the tracks expecting the train.
An apocalypse of my own making.
Captured by the smile in your eyes.
Warp me in a blanked and tell me some lies.
Caught on the floor, this bottle in my hand.
In the confusion it seemed the safest place to land.
An apocalypse of my own making.
© liza Magill April 99 |
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What limits people is that they don't have the fucking nerve or imagination
to star in their own movie, let alone direct it. And I tell you this; no
eternal reward will forgive us now for wasting the dawn. |
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