Conscience has me easily disturbed the moving things around me makes me weep Why can't they stop so I can see them properly? It makes me wonder if
When we were young and regarded the world with hope we came to feel pretty soon the burning of the rope The cosmos grew far too vast, our faces turned
[L.M. Jenssen / J. Hagen] Swipe the jelly glass clean I thougt I might let it all blow over We can talk about anything else I assume the matter is
Patterns lull me in to sleep still I can not reach your keep My ship lies still upon the sea and yet no harbour can I see Sunsweet voices call my
[pt. 1 symbiosive] What is one without the other? nigh5t to feed the light of day Like a child deprived of mother ears to hear and tongue to say
Would you like to be on the moon with a spoon? I don't care how I just want you to tell me something new and terrible Isn't he beautiful You can
Her eyes were red, here dress was torn the wind blew on the hilltop She raised her head an wached with scorn the sky and felt her heart stop For though
Sunken are the eyes of my creation into a glass containing smelly puss Whatever sense of gratitude I may have felt It went away too soon He was your
Your liquid eyes where reason dies are pulling me into the sea Your passion for what you adore will be my guide to suicide When you clench your
Once forever in without Flow the magma from the sun Solitaire I am within I'm forever only but I want to fade away Never could I be as lonely ...
Nestled up inside chrysalis is warm Feeding in my hive, soon I will be gone But, years have gone by and the walls are still to strong Embraced in
one two three four five six seven eight don't you know it's all to, all to late nine ten, lion's den, sell the hide, suicide come with me, you will
Hey mister trenchcoat what gray weather were having Hey mister sad thought I sometimes wonder were youre going Hey mister trenchcoat what illusions
Big screen Wide promises not worth keeping Would you even think of how I felt In the dark your hand in mine not worth the weeping Your hand on
All good things have ended now my voice no longer speaks out loud I'm silent and cold within my opinion silenced by your skin Wrapped me in your deadly
Lies!" claimed the liar when truth had widened every eye History re-written once the false was told "goodbye!" Alone, the once proud shape now stands
Nails scratching wooden surface Eyes red from tears like blood Torn hair in clenching fist A guttural scream from the mouth you kissed It seems so
In my garden, among the trees runs a river, ten foot deep in it lies a hundred tears In my garden, among the trees In my dreams, among the ruins
