bright beam entagled in melancholy Entagled in the black roars of an image's stream Put the wretch that lies in woe in rememberance of a shroud The
promise delight The years of secrecy are gone Trembling hands call for a Lord The inversion of time, the realization of lies Burning the shrouds Of
in your shroud of urine 'Cause I can't take the smell of it I believe in nothing Least of all in the word of shit So, hide in your shroud of urine Because
Sometimes I like to get away From this maddening shroud Sometimes I love, you know, it's all insane Maybe it's time for me to pack it in Maybe it's time
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within you it lies since the rise of your time you've feared it ignored but truth never lies its existence marked at the birth of time the darkness inside
lazily over Your dying perception Hunted by a illusion Doubled over in delusion Cumshot religions Unions of weakness Dazed and proud Buried under the shroud
Skin absorption, mystical poison. Vanished life, bequeathed. Knock on coffin, shallow burial. Emerge enslaved, commands obeyed. Vision in the shroud
We are just a moment in time A blink of an eye A dream for the blind Visions from a dying brain I hope you don't understand
disorder Blind to passage of souls Conclusion from one remembrance Help me to escape... Transfixed... I gaze through my window at a world lying under a shroud
you don't have I had to leave the house of television To start noticing the clouds It's amazing the stuff you see when You finally shed that shroud
Sometimes I like to get away from this maddening shroud Sometimes I love, you know, it's all insane Maybe it's time for me to pack it in Maybe it's time
(Come home) ??? ??? ??? Cover his face so that he may not see the light (That's the one) malek menoodehah (I return to/for you) (buried so alone) Heaven
obscenity You are the weakness defined When awake, when asleep you see only me The shrouded divine When awake, when asleep you see only me The shrouded
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a look in the mirror you two faced shady son of a bitch lock the door, throw away the key your family may be next Ideas shrouded in rhetoric,