grate escapers

Grate Escapers 竹取飛翔 - Lunatic Princess ふと.見渡せば. そこここに横たわるのは 求めた自由の「対価」達. かける言葉など届くはずもないが. 呟く. 「あなた達の分も生きてあげるわ」 振り上げたこの枝を振り下ろす. たびに. 容易く手折られる命を重ねて. ひとつ.またひとつと 屍の形で刻むのは. 私なりの.愛の証左なの. 言葉を捨てて. ただ笑いかける. そうしたなら. ここからは. 貴女と私の晴れ舞台 この手を握り.ともに. 歩むものがいるという. この悦

Girl like, girl like, girl like, girl like Girl like, girl like, girl like, girl like, girl like Up in the morning I'll be your coffee cup If you drink me down I will fill you up again And if you don't think that's enough I'll be the price on the bac

Limpid Brook by In Gowan Ring When I was a child you had appeared to me on one May moonlit night in verdant meadow on bank of the limpid brook Three as equals in Greece and modesty Queens of three full of majesty in verdant meadow on bank of the limp

Uh, check it out now Uh, no doubt now Uh, yo, check it out now Uh, no doubt, yo Special girl, real good girl Biggest thing in my itty bitty world Called her up and she made me feel right Wish the bliss could never take flight Sittin' back with this m

"Thug Luv" (feat. 2Pac) [2Pac] Nigga we doing this shit from Cleveland to LA nigga whatever you niggas want we bringing it Thug Luv nigga what time is it yo I don't give a fuck where you lay at it's time to slay these bitch made niggas [Bizzy-ov

O you seem a little tragic And you might Forget to see the things that give you light But I am here to reason with you tonight O remember all the pretty things I say The silver linings and the gentle rain You look at me with eyes that don't believe A

Ash - Burn Out Rising in the east And fading in the west To the north and to sleep At the close of day The flame goes out Only char left in the grate Do you in dying become But a name I can see you＇re worn down The weight upon your shoulders All the

When I disappear, do you think all of this will have stood When I disappear it is clear I am up to no good Only after you realize that you need what you've already lost Touch me or don't (I just wanna know) Where've you been? Well drop me a line with

Cold back street Flicker of a light that I couldn't meet Olfactory senses breaking down, slowly fade as a beat Old back seat Drunken couple take it too far thinking no one could see They're just steps on the street I'll sell you a feeling, ah ah ah O

take me back, as im full i cant see your spear and its touched my hands and given every fin whenchy lies, and till the tide and son a-snooze you two Hors the great odyssey off hold a lung the grade of see-saw hold a lung slide, side, sea sands Indus

Come here, baby, in front of the fire I'd like to look into your eyes Loosen your clothes, get out of that seat Come and feel my body heat Because when I get back home And see you sitting by the fire grate I hold you in my arms Switch on to that real

(Music: Owen, Steer) (Lyrics: Walker) Insipid fumes bellow from the atrabilious chimney Whilst in the sanctified crevet I calmly pillage and rake For hot dry powdered human slag Still steaming in the crematorium's grate Bio-organic ebullition, bones

Overdue free-mason gathering His eyes pale with anguish His eyes blue and changing Wander obscure in this forest He found a monster Born of his dire concentration Rushed out like bulls on the mountain top In torrents of mud With eggs of unnatural pre

Walking down another cold dark street I＇m waiting for the dawn Another coffee shop, a blimpie base A-keep me warm until dawn The heat from the sewer grate don＇t warm my bed The snow aint cold anymore Feet are so cold from the holes in my shoes The ch

Waves have taken all that we can see. The consumption of our masses has prevailed. Our eyes seep with the waters that surround our ships. Damned men cast these sails, she cannot betray us now. The sea of bodies surrounds us and the sun sets over our

take me back, as im full i cant see your spear and its touched my hands and given every fin whenchy lies, and till the tide and son a-snooze you two Hors the great odyssey off hold a lung the grade of see-saw hold a lung slide, side, sea sands Indus

Archaic methods transfer through well in the face of mass denial. Bitterness fuels the mode for the escape of mediocrity. Stepping the grate, shattered nerves ground down to a glass edge carrying me away. Bloodletting a favorite game of solitaire. A

I told them, get on my level Bitch, you could get on this shovel Coke prices high, than which was if a Tony Montana I just got me a bezel My slippers is clean All I wear Tru Religion I paid a grip for them jeans I got a lust for the cream I need a mo