Like the seer from the east Not as the heathen from the north Tarot, tarot, tarot, tarot Like the seer from the east Not as the heathen from the north Tarot, tarot, tarot, tarot
Jump into madness awaiting at the seams of all reality and mind. Through the wound torn in space and time. I blink, centuries unwind. Hear the voice
Change over the suit of flesh. Can't touch my mind with all their poisons. Take over the white padded space. Imprisoned spirit stays in full motion.
space, time and rocketjuice, suck at the bittersweet taste light, sound, they mutate, paradoxic waste face, grime, the ingrained humor, the black laughter
Hear the mad dogs barking with the voice of men Bodies thrown to the rocks, broken, then alive again Hear the rats, are laughing with the voice of one
blood is thicker than water but nothing beats oil take the torch to the oil and let the blood boil take a look at the sorry state of this place, what
The ropes want to fell your neck. To embrace is good for dirt and wood. Growing shadows with every light you stepped into. They're coming for you, smothering
There's magic in seven virgins after you've gone through million whores. All the longing is still for nothing. And our time gets cut short. Lead me out
Blind, searching the dark, stand, pray and leap watch, not with your eyes, the creatures of the deep sail, the waters are black, don't rock the boat cry
A graveyard grows inside my head. They planted things inside me. I am soiled by the stale thoughts of long dead. I was told to leave childish things behind
I was crowned a king in a womb, tore my mother apart at birth, gnawed at my father's bones, then gave them to the earth Bowels of a grave turned loose
We sent the word ou our coming. We've done it many times before. Arrive the day of our choosing. We're hungry, we're back for more. Tear your souls from
Pack of wolves behind me. Seasons on my face. Coming out of nowhere, heading for any place. Wide awake with nightmares dogging at my shoes. Walked away
Breat of living, heart punding, poison stinging tiny voices, wrong choises, blood starts singing I never had anything to lose, no touch, nor taste my
I'm the wind, I'm the snow taste me with the tip of your tongue I need your heat and if I have to steal it, I'll do it gently there's no shame my words
There's only one we've all fought for. Give us your grace. We're the eager sons you bear and eat with skies on your face. In all the flesh the craving
Prayer ain't no key. Words aligned to make a puzzle of mind. Never meant to make you free. Prayer, insanity. You compete for the never complete. And
Behind all the empty glitter the city's a painted whore. A mother with a concrete womb for the zombie horde. Juices from the flesh of the living are bled
