A Girl A Gun A Ghost piosenki

Dirty doves drink from golden chalices, discuss the state of things. Talks of empires, towering spires, and what it is that dethrones kings. Bring me the head of he whom worships Judas. Paint over his eyes, he’ll never see love again. Sew up his mouth, the dr...

Sleep well my darling, you are at rest. You’ve been set free. Bright shone the roofs, the domes, the spires, And rockets flew self-driven amid the vault of Heaven. Like a cherub borne unto the sky… Like the Sun blocked by a satellite our tears have silver line...

This is not the end of us... And all this time the angels will find themselves between the living and the dead. And during this time We will look back and find your words still echo in our minds... In our separate places A wind of bad news spreads. Like a dis...

This world is coming to an end, so a round for this whole room! "Bloody Mary" uttered from their lips. "Don’t worry son, she’ll be here soon Crying ’Extra! Extra! The press profits off our doom!’" Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary, only I can save us from this empty to...

He’s just an artist drawing black hearts beating to the rhythm of napalm; He’s on the attack. Masquerading as a suicide soldier with all of the technique but none of the class. Alert the press! There are no letters left! Just stolen memories and fragments of...

The furnace is cold, the timber rotten and old. The parasites have found the time to kill something bold. It’s a lover’s embrace without the lovers, It’s the thrill of the chase without the hunters! It’s the satisfaction of the other’s reaction as they’re goi...

Baby Boy's got a bad attitude and he'd like to tell you where you've fallen short. Elite or insecure... you tell me. Rome is gonna burn With the fury of a God. This six string dynamite will ignite A revolution. These notes are not frequencies These words are...

All hail the Beauty Queen! At the top of the heap, it’s so pretty up there, Yellow veins in the clouds eliciting affairs. Burning holes in the pavement with her 1, 2 stilettos, Ruby red lips, and thigh-high innuendos. She speaks without care, there’s paint eve...

So we begin how we will end; these lights so bright Our eyes are opening taking the welcoming world. We’re swimming in circles. I found my lover in bed with a dead man Giving satisfaction as only the dead can. Pull out his needs of dust and debris; Madonna is...

Staring through glasses with no lenses At a tree climbing the sky. Our father seems to have lost his senses As he stands before our burning home With an olive branch in one hand, the other holding circumstance; Evidence, if you will… Gasoline dreams from a wi...

When they skinned you alive I was right by your side In a single dark room, they were singing the tune, You spoke in tongues cut out, mimicked words of those devout. No guns, no glory, no heroes in this story. Just the words of a fool, the thoughts of a king,...

I am a war that is yet to be won... I have forgotten all ideas of compassion. The pure of heart demand to be heard while the Devil preaches anything to pacify the World. I swear to god we’re all dying... Just let the bastards come, they’ll be consumed by a f...

Perhaps she’ll die for crimes adamantly denied. Shape-shifting words of serpents’ tongues Escaping from the mouths of young. Flipping through the matchbook My fingers feel the flames. The hangman’s noose can taste our lies… Now it wants our best. They bred po...

Our fathers can hardly understand us anymore. Abandon your straightened thoughts. Forget the jewelers and their priceless songs. Can’t you hear yourselves disappearing into the arms of mother/father? Keep your immature pretensions, your love-affair affection...

When I was a young man I was told the tale; Star-crossed lovers' final stand, a butchered destiny has failed. This is the story straight from his ghostly mind of the love the life and the death he left behind... A lonely tumbleweed creeps and rolls down these...

When your breath gets weak and your vision’s cloudy who’s name will you call out? Their tendons sing like piano wire, Their muscles solid, forged from the strongest iron. Why am I the last machine? Where is my skin graft, so human, pure and so very clean? (L...