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The bloody history from the
past deceased humans now forgotten.
An age of legends and fear a time now
so discant.

Less numbered as they were their lives
so primitive and pagan
superstitions were a part of the life
so unprotected in the dark nights

Pagan fears.
The past is alive.
The past is alive.

Woeful people with pale faces
staring obsessed at the moon
some memories will never go away
and they will forever be here.

All she shall do
Is to admire
All she is free to do then do
Is trying and trying
The world is in Hands of someone who’s higher
So why she gets scared of loosing her power

Keep trying Girl
Keep trying little Girl
World needs someone who can only simply exist
Who knows how to breathe.

Listen...

Daddy, what s it gonna be like in the year 2000?
Well, sweatheart, for your sake I hope it ll be all peaches and cream
But I m afraid the endtime is near
The Cataclysmic Apacalypse referred to the scriptures of every holy book known
to mankind
It will be...

Everything out of order
everything too well produced
from the conjuror s hat
let s turn on the juice
to grind the cutting plane, the blade that gives an edge,
to scale the mountain; to fail upon the mountain ledge.
Half-way up is half-way peaking
the stroboscope locks the lathe;...

Baby come on, come on down
And love please don t make a sound
Let nature strike a chord
Cos nature is the Lord that I depend

When you learn to cut it loose
All the things that ve been drowning you
Let em slide from your hands
The foolish demands from the people round...

What good is a photograph of you?
Everytime I look at it,
It makes me feel blue!

What use is a souveneir
Of something we once had,
When all it ever does is
Make me feel bad!

I wish I could tear it up,
But then again I...