When the clock strikes the hour My restless soul has to rise Unsubstantial, bare of flesh Chained by unsacred ties Centuries come, millenniums go Time has no meaning So much pain, I'm longing for...
Falling backwards into a time, Repeating memories Of an empty wasteland, filled with lost Souls A place where there's no where to go Seeing through a burned out sun, Night veils over it's rotting...
Down Below, where the cold winds blow Roots sustained from the blood that you flow Hard to see, hard to see where you be at Where we meet at (digging?) for you there, but I knew you would be back...

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Operatic Contralto Aria HE'S DEAD. HE'S DEAD. I DON'T BELIEVE IT ! NO PULSE. THERE'S NO PULSE ! NO PULSE ! NO-- YOU-- HE'S GOT NO PULSE. A LITTLE AFTER MIDNIGHT, THE OLD CARETAKER WAS AWAKENED BY A...
I'm glad you guys finally introduced us to Ethopian food, And now that I've met Ethiopian food, It's time to say good-bye forever. It feels like it's gonna be a long good-bye. I'm rethinking opening...
Once upon a time, there was a traveler on horseback who finds himself facing a swamp. And he doesn't know whether to go around or try to wade through. The traveler asks a local boy: "Tell me,...