Альбом Eighteen Visions

I know you can move in that black velvet. yeah.
so move for me in that velvet dress.
the sweet taste you'll leave on me.
tainted with that kiss.
bite your lip. brace yourself.
my hopes have turned into desperation.
please get undressed and lay beside me.
before my cold, cruel world comes to an end.
wasted by the sight of you.
it's all for nothing.
wasted by the sound of your voice.
but she said something.
i heard her scream.
today won't see tomorrow.
kiss goodbye.
suffering with the shadows of her cold embrace.
my neck snaps at the sound, at the sight of my eyes bleed.
trapped in my gloom. yeah.
now my hell is breaking loose.
so move for me in that black velvet baby. yeah.
why don't you follow me home.
that dress needs some action.
taint me sweet with that kiss.

she's a pretty girl.
she's a model in the studio.
she's a beauty queen.
she's a knockout.
she's my beauty queen.
she's a fucking knockout.
blonde bombshell, blue eyed beauty you rock my fucking world.
and she turns me on.
like her names lit up on sunset.
a model in the making and i've fallen for her.
and ill fall for her tonight.
you are my gleaming goddess.
fashion was coincidence.
and shell be my supermodel.
blonde bombshell, blue eyed beauty you rock my fucking world.
can I find myself in the arms of her insanity?
heaven says to beware, I could still end up crazy.
i'll shiver to hold my thoughts,
but the ghosts in my dreams still seem to creep through my head.
and this where my night ends.
slipping across the slides of my dreams.
this is the end.
awaken for the hundredth time.
she's so confusing.
if she only knew she rocked my fucking world in all her glory.
she's a girl.
she's a beauty queen.
she's a fucking knockout.
i'll see her on the silver screen.
her name in lights burning bright.
i'll see her.
she's burning up. yeah.
blonde bombshell, blue eyed beauty you rock my fucking world

poetic madness drains from my mind.
you've fucked me there too many times.
heart in throat. I'm choked up.
I wish i was. now give me sanity.
this is love. I can't control and now yo've lost it.
and you're just so fucking crazy.
you make me crazy.
dopesick and depressed, but she's magnetic.
she's so magnetic. you make me crazy.
you make me fucking crazy, a bittersweet orgasmic mindfuck
or the smoothest sheet of something stainless will pleasure me for now.
and now. i find myself where the needle was too weak.
and now. I find myself where the razor couldn't speak.
now cover me in your green essence lovely.
distance where. I can't touch you. that's where the gun will touch you.

paint up that pretty face you're something I wish I was.
paint up that pretty face. give me agony.
paint up that pretty face. her makeup smears away with the tears.
that eye-liners runnin' and she's runnin' away from me.
the lipstick stains like gold and for that moment I wanted to be her.
feeling how I failed her.
and now the drama bites hard.
you're poison in the bottle that just knocked me out.
a simulcast signing off yeah mind controls a bitch.
I'm on that downer depressant.
that overcast chill and she's just so fucking sexy. yeah.
lips like sin. die like sin.
I'm on that downer depressant. that overcast chill.
she's dressed in black and dressed to kill.

No motive here.
He could've been programmed to kill.
the beatles just died.
today a plane flew over lennon and london came crashing down.
today we say goodbye.
to you john lennon.
we loved john lennon. who shot john lennon. who killed john lennon
those round tainted glasses will not reflect this life cut short.
this is a death of a legend.
someone shot him down.
the bullet screams. this is the end. we'll never know what could've been.
who killed john lennon. rock. wasted away by a stranger.
wasted away by a trend.
the streets cry goodnight. it wont be longhe could've been programmed to kill.
this suicide. now the city of londons gonna blow.
there it goes!
who killed john lennon?
the early beatles just aged. and its gonna be a long goodnight.
it was mark david chapman that was not ruled insane.
not insane he killed the notion of the love nut assassin.
today a plane flew over lennon.
today a plane flew over london.

swallow me as I become a living blaspheme.
force fed by your tyrant.
choke on the lies of the ancients.
so are the demon to design my fate.
disguise yourself as an angel of god in his revolution.
spread your disease. vessled body.
you're consecrated youself a missionary.
now pray for me to burn in inferno of hell.

force fed by your tyrant.
choke on the lies of the ancients.
so are the demon to design my fate.
don't pray for me bitch. don't pray for me elise.
the spoken word is that of the one who thinks and how you think that you know me.
swallow me as I become a living blaspheme.
call his name in silent screams. dethroned by a blackened sky.
and even heaven has a black day.
show me the way to light and truth as your almighty fucks you into unconsciousness.
five more angels fall from heaven. swallow.

I want to taste you naked on the fuckinf floor.
so drink up my love. it's your night my love.
you can't feel the bang on a empty stomach.

wow. yeah. yeah. wow. yeah.

this is what you wanted. you could be the one.
you can't feel this in those drunken knees that bend and I can't have you this way.
delirious, it's hit that point but the nights not over.
shout it out baby, you're full of glits and glamour.
in the thick of things you're so naive.
how could you think these things would last for more than one night?

this is the flavor. this is the taste.
come hold these bleeding hands. let all the blood soak in.
you cry, hiding the tears. you cry. woooo.
this is the flovor. this is the taste.
I want to take you down.
and your life took a crash and burn. so long sweetheart.
sing me another song. before I leave you in the gutter.
that's where I found you dead. yeah.
you made it this far darling.
and now you're in that gutter.
and thats where I see you sweetly singing your songs of lust.
and that' where you'll sing so sweetly.

*this song is about rapists and how they take advantage of their victims.

the piano players dead.
someone shot him in the head.
I want to make sweet love to his fucking music.
who would've wanted the show to end this early?
I guess it's time for the curtain call.
listen to the symphony.
can you hear them play our fucking song?
listen to our fucking love. yeah.
the king said to rock it.
shake rattle n roll.
but who's behind the piano if the piano players dead?
it sure as hell ain't elvis so cut the fucking music.

this is how we rock. yeah.
this is our revolution. yeah.
this is not noise.
this is the sound we want.
this is the movement.
this is the sound of music.

this is how we rock. yeah.
this is our revolution. yeah.
music as a weapon and we'll take the radio back by storm.
this is the new wave of rock n roll.
and we'll take the radio back by storm. this radios dead.
this is noise pollution you can't dance to this.
now let the music melt into another frame.
you can't steal our show.
this is our revolution and you can't steal our show.
we too can move to the sound of music.
let's dance rhe night away. dance.
I want to rock to our reuolution.
this is how we rock. this is how we rock.
let's smash the industry.
let's tear down.
can you hear the sound.
this is how we rock.
and we'll take the radio down.

god damn, you were the best.
a dozen roses couldn't say goodbye to all the heartache
so I left them in the garden.
the swollen eclipse now leaves me in the gloom of another episode.
she's lost in jaded memories.
draping over the sun.
will this be our swansong?
our last dance?
come take my hand and we'll watch fate destroy us.

god damn, you were the best.
I now reality's gone mad with the blink of an eye.
where's that girl I once knew?
her illustrations paint a picture.
now her dirty tears bleed.
I've been looking for something so give it to me
because I collect hearts and yous is mine sweet thing.
now the flowers bloom in june lay at the grave of our final eve.
fade from me with september sunsets and run away with my heart.
these memories still hang over my head like a halo
but how long will this angel watch over me shoulder.
how long will I hide behind this pen and how long will you wait for me.
I guess until the ink runs out...