Lionel Pryor piosenki

(Instrumental) There’s all dust on the ground; the grey dust is green at night. I would wait for the phases, watch the black shield roll over that horrible, glimmering, frozen visage, slowly hiding the hideous head, letting the nights grow darker, and letti...

(Instrumental) How are you feeling? I don’t know... How can you not know? It hurts. What part? The knowing or these things all around? Your brain and arms... More the knowing... The not knowing. More to know. Giving up... Now it’s my arms. My he...

(Instrumental) I’ve got my machine. Machine build machine build machine. It flaps and twists just enough to get up through the misty clouds. There’s all dust on the ground; the grey dust is green at night. I look back down, as I loom, look back over the green...

(Instrumental) When I was a child I was terrified of the moon. That glob of grey and white ghoul face, gaping mouth screaming, empty eyes staring out over the night sky. I would wait for the phases, watch the black shield roll over that horrible, glimmering,...

(Instrumental) We don’t talk much anymore. I’m inside me. My body is a pool of rain. Idle in my cave, I speculate and worry. I don’t know if I’m here or there. Visions in the clouds. I’m back home, warm—I’m strapped in a can, tin casket on a nevermore trip. I...