Age of Reptiles Showbread

me with your hands of love and never break your hold The world is full of ones like me Who need to see the truth But the truth is never truth indeed The truth is only You Jesus bless the crocodiles, forgive

Welcome To Plainfield, Tobe Hooper Showbread

That thing inside my ribs is like a pile of reptiles Pressed on splintered vertebrae, so cold, so claustrophobic Echoing in hollow fruit are orders sent with love to you To serve a will more shallow still

The Death Showbread

wormwood topples down on me And smashes all my parts When I was a child my bones spread out Like peacock feathers alive Now the feathers wilt like cancerous boils Leaving sagging pores in my hide When I was of

Reptiles DIABLO (디아블로)

What kind of a man is a man who lives in the kingdom of tyrants What kind of a man is a man who calls you with the voice of sirens That man hates everything in you and your existence That man hates everything

The Pig Showbread

cracks And when the sun comes up again My body dries and shrivels Then some nice man is over me So I throw up and giggle There was a time when I was blank And see through but never white as snow Just made of

Dinosaur Bones Showbread

My bones don't click in place When I sit on the machine Not as of late do I integrate Scarcely say what I mean This thing was built with one of my ribs I was there when it was given a name But I've been

I Think I'm Going To See You Showbread

madness and I'm opening the door 'cause the more they say what's on my mind The more I feel like I'm losing it They tell me what to care about and I don't care anymore 'Cause there's a hole in the fabric of

The Fear Of God Showbread

here we sit, drifting further from You Two thousand years on their way out Now here I am as I've grown to know You Still haunted by my fears and my doubts Just a man, just a vapor, just a waste of

The Dissonance Of Discontent Showbread

The beauty, the horror of rock that is so raw

If You Like Me Check Yes, If You Don't I'll Die Showbread

, embracing, youthful, love's first kiss Stops after school, the parents fooled, thinking they'll be home so soon Waits for him in parking lots and hallways everyday He smiles anticipating, thinking of

Reptiles Them Crooked Vultures

I tried to make a break What a fool I should've known, I never listen I'm in a cage An animal, I'm in a cage But the reptiles They won't let me go I think they want you to stray Watch the monkey dance

Stabbing Art To Death Showbread

The tissue degenerates so rapidly Perhaps it proves it is the time to cover up your face And smile at me to see if I am out of sight Denying ventricle flow revel in your plight tonight You're such a wonderful

Your Owls Are Hooting Showbread

sift through the trees Are garnering a bouquet in my heads faculties And it's filled with scales and perfumes wearing thin There is no flaw in you, there is no sun on your skin Where have you been all of

So Selfish It's Funny Showbread

So self-absorbed, this thunderous horde, of you, you, you. So self-absorbed, this thunderous horde, of you, you, you. Yeah, I'd love you, but you love yourself.

The Jesus Lizard Showbread

I cant breathe and I dont want to anymore I cant breathe and I dont want to anymore The Jesus lizard tried to love but its heart was made of lead He could not move the way love does, so he faked it all

Centipede Sisters Showbread

The trunk moves independently of the head Can't keep it quiet, no, can't keep it quiet The lips keep moving when the brain is dead Dont wanna keep it down, I wanna throw it up I just cant keep it to myself

The Goat Showbread

remember thinking once that love could never die But love is small and very frail and can't be kept alive Unless you love the one for whom roars this internal din The love that devours everything, the love of

The Missing Wife Showbread

I shall collect myself after I weep Then garb myself in ocean blue With no method of goodbye for you Should the marsh render a crane to cry And should the sea suspend it's gulls to fly I'll lend myself

Sampsa Meets Kafka Showbread

Gregor starved to death No one dies of loneliness

Nothing Matters Anymore Showbread

After all of this we've been dismissed by those who prefer to eat dirt We've been gladly exempt we are racked with contempt And we happily wish you this hurt My skull is on fire with barbs and black

The Dirt Showbread

rise, I crush you beneath my feet Disappearing, vanishing into me I watch the world become a speck As I ascend on high And leaving me is everything that crawls Beneath a yawning sky I will hatch out of

And The Smokers And Children Shall Be Cast Down Showbread

ahead and cry, and go ahead and lie, begin every sentence that you vomit with "I" And then Jesus will forgive you, but oh what can I do to see if there's enough forgiveness left for me But in all of

Mouth Like A Magazine Showbread

eulogy is like poetry, but your mouth is like a magazine(x2) queen dependancy is cowering, please don't be confused you are vacant and submissive, receptive to abuse virtue isn't tangible and sense of

Precursor Showbread

Joy and suffering, good and evil Breathing and growing and life It's all just a fluke, means nothing to me And maybe nothing is alright To give up my life to hold on to hope To forfeit all of

The Beginning Showbread

that I could fly Just above the whispered clouds Beneath the somber sky I had a dream I was alive I dreamt that love would never die, goodbye Dreams were cheap and hope was easy (So light) The forgeries of

Mathias Replaces Judas Showbread

it is so that my transgressions have born a withered fruit, the sun has scorched the rising plans; alas they have no root, the bleached bones of animals bound by leather strips, dance through the

The End Showbread

I was born naked and red Tied to my mother as she screamed and bled And the tubes of light and all the sadness Swimming in my head The truth is a root that twists like a horn Looping and gnarled and splintered

George Romero Will Be At Our Wedding Showbread

believe that love will rot away So first aim for the heart, then aim for the head I wept bitterly and then I threw up Something silver washed up in my lap This metal thing, your wedding ring Brought all of

A Llama Eats A Giraffe (And Vise Versa) Showbread

And so it goes the lesser chose to crawl through narrow gates, Bulimic thin the winding road now empties into lakes A pulse is found, and so we drown And sing for this duration, From rows and rows of

Vehement Showbread

You talk so much that you must think Your tongue spools out from your brain But those around you demand your wisdom To combat the lowly inane And oh how you make me hate the freedom of speech Because

Dead By Dawn Showbread

Arming shotgun shells this rotting smell lingers on words that were said, Her body in pieces, my hand cut away, the ever-enchanting book of the dead, The sun won't rise, my spirit dies, All hope

Sing Me To Sleep Showbread

eyes in the dark I will know the blue in an instant Never have they gone so far Never has your face been distant My life I will give you like a verse and a ring I will be your only one And what you ask of

The Journey Showbread

earth, my veins, my legs My throat, my head, my soul is dead Yeah, I am I am the empty, empty Yeah, I am I am the nothing in me Breaking down the walls that you leave up To keep me from eating the tree of

The Vulture Showbread

The voice, it wants to leap from me or take me from within But I am not a robot and I am not a slave I will not lick the feet of it that begs me to behave I wrap the sound in silence until it cannot breathe

Naked Lunch Showbread

I want to throw up, but for now I hold backI cant express just how Im feeling, it's trueYou want to grow up, but theres a problem with thatTheres no where to go for someone whos as stunted as youIt...

The Sky Showbread

In the beginning there was blackAnd now there's meI bend the neck until it cracksAnd suck the open bleedI rise up above the spitWith talons brightly baredAnd hew the children into twoI simply do no...

The Flies Showbread

I want to go home I want to go home I want to go home I want to go home

The Bell Jar Showbread

To be common place would be uniqueBut we're so obscure, we're incoherentLike tongueless vigilantes choking just to make you chokeRattling, rattlingNo nails to hold ideas in place, no expression on ...

Talking Reptiles The Hiatus

I got to beat it into my head now Way down, hallucinate This fire may not be what it appears to be I got to say that I'm totally obsessed Swayed back and clutched down This fire may not be ord...

days full of wonder Alphaville

when you feel so far away though you're close to everything and the feeling of estrangement's creeping up on spider's legs even in these days of wonder, even in the age of faith there are some who

LITTLE JOE soundgarden

Little Joe, run for the border Leave your home, leave your mother and father Go to where the reptiles roam On the side of the border that is your home Little Joe, eyes of your lover look back on

Little Joe Green River

Little Joe, run for the border Leave your home, leave your mother and father Go to where the reptiles roam On the side of the border that is your home Little Joe, eyes of your lover look back on you As

Little Joe (Remastered) Soundgarden

Little Joe, run for the border Leave your home, leave your mother and father Go to where the reptiles roam On the side of the border that is your home Little Joe, eyes of your lover look back on you As

Age Jim Croce

Age I've been up and down and around and round and back again Been so many places I can't remember where or when And my only boss was the clock on the wall and my only friend Never really was a

Hill Dwellers The Doors

Way back deep into the brain Way back past the realm of pain Back where there's never any rain. And the rain falls gently on the town, And over the heads of all of us.

The Fifth Extinction Ayreon

A cold execution, a mindless act of cruelty!

Silver Age Pet Shop Boys

The prospect of sun. Page after page of black-and-white portraits. A silver age. Scent of a sunset. On a stage, difficult music. A modern age. The palace is still, a frozen cage.

ICE AGE Mukala

ICE AGE Dan Mukala Sign of the times We see the crimes of a heartless century How do we deal with What we feel microcosmic tragedy Sentiment stealing Lost our feeling to the soul's demise Flash

Golden Age TV On The Radio

The age of miracles. The age of sound. Well there's a Golden Age. Comin' round, comin'round, comin' round! Give it up. 'stead of grabbini¿½ for decay. What we viewed as gold.

Stimulation Diary Of Dreams

Others cry for help Just like it would change anything Lunatics find no conclusion Bodies simply gliding Figures draw wildest illusions Drag me in their draft My back so strong like thousand reptiles