Ilsa piosenki

isobutyl nitrate headache rage fierce as fork-tongued wolves I can't think straight try to look first ask not assume apathy enemy of reason I mean passion and power power-lines criss-cross above and below though often unseen caught in the reigns of skeletal ty...

Wander through brush. Through thick wood. Over briar and sorrel, stepping and never seeing. Never needing rest or repose. The day begins its end. The night rises, ever so dark, ever so black. But one misplaced step spells chaos. One misplaced step into seeming...

In Newry town, I was bred and born, On Stephen's Green now I die in scorn. I served my time on the saddler's trade, but I was bound to be a roving blade. At seventeen I took a wife, loved him dearer than I loved my life; And for to keep him both fine and gay,...

I heed these pleas. These cries for entertainment I know this lustful craving for hot blood. The darkest fantasies, sweetest blasphemies with Sympathy and Love for none but one. I know the mass, the crowd will hear my call. The voices and traditions of today...

Yes that's him. A man I know well. Haunted. Gaunt is he. Hunchbacked, joker in silk and velour Conceals a sunken chest Curved, as a damned consumptive's. Skin and Bones Skin and Bones Sails and Masts Propel his locomotion Coffee rings and cigarette burns. Al...

in foul language I can't remember a stranger voice I'd never heard bellowing curses I found I could speak spell foul fearsome oaths flowed up from my bowels broken words dismantled at the root to colorfully float in unseen breeze creeping unnoticed til caught...

every morning we rise at dawn to sing the song the song of the saw blade the site is prepped the plans are drawn come work along the song of the saw blade extension cords powers assured singing the words the song of the saw blade we work all day at night we pl...

Black hearths, long crumbled, still stains from flames, remain. Unseen, stones fall to smother fertile soil. Day after day, piles hundred on thousands. Duchy of Brittany, palace and prison, where bones of master and slave rot incognizant, to class, country or...

Mortified by the lack of conscience, Our sanctity bears no relevance. Insignificance is our existence, Hear the litany of life's persistence. Our pleas for mercy fall upon unhearing ears, Take my life, my soul, wipe away these bitter tears. Vanquished in the n...

I heard a cry a muffled scream A woman's I'm sure Late one night as I crossed the Queen's Chapel Bridge No other commuters Tired and insular, heard the noise, A sound that punctures, Ruptures guilt. I should have done more, I knew then I should not walk away...

Uprooted, utterly lost without guidance to search through these halls of long abandon. To search. Search to reclaim what is lost. Powers gone, all strengths depleted. Abandoned, is selfish optimism. Abandoned for today, it does not return. Alone, Alone and thi...

Bow, pledge addiction. Allegiance, to vain narration, and conquest of our dreams. Our warped windows, poorly masked misery. Already so familiar, in its anonymity. Busted freights flash by. I hear I'll learn, in time, to tune out the squeals of steel. The fum...