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"How wonderful is death. Death and his brother, sleep"
"I am he who can dissolve the terror of being a man..."
"I know pain at the molecular level"
"I promised you a painless death. It's time"
"I've allies in Heaven, I've comrades in Hell..."
"It was a full moon *that* night, too..."
"It's forever, *now*"
"My valentine has hollow eyes"
"Run home children, before it gets dark"
"Scared? You should be"
"Shit, just fuckin' die, willya?"
"Spoken like a true angel of death"
"Steel tide on an asphalt beach"
"This is just another altar in the Church of Pain"
"This is the really real world, there aint no comin' back!"
"This isn't Hell, but you can see it from here"
"To build a temple of sadness"
"Tonight, Hell sends an angel bearing gifts"
"We do not recognize our souls until they are in pain"
"Where the teeth of madness jump, jump, dance and sing"
"Yes, Hate. But never fear. Fear is for the enemy"
..You've made your decision..Now let's see you enforce it.
A broken down car on a dirt road...
A man...A girl...Madness...Pain...And the shadows...
A single note rings on and on and on.
A year ago...A cold October night...
Abashed, the devil stood and saw how awful goodness is.
All that is left is ashes.
All the power in the world resides in the eyes.
And Funboy, don't be happy...worry.
And never ever fear. Fear is for the enemy. Fear and bullets.
And praying for rain
And the only absolution accepted is a legacy of brutality.
And the shadows smile, dark and wild.
And the spiders inside are just praying for rain
Atrocity has that effect on me.
Because I could not stop for death - He kindly stopped for me -
Believe me...nothing is trivial.
Coiled, one thousand miles deep
Do you have a pulse or are you a junkyard of meat and wire?
Eyes like candy, it has eyes like candy
Fueled by inertia, depth, radius, and velocity,
Hard and blue, but soft as kittens feet
He screams and screams and pounds his head against the wall
Hell is empty and all the devils are here.
Here dwells a snake, one thousand miles long
I am complete and total madness...I am fear...
I am pilot error, I am fetal distress, I am the random chromosome...
I am the boiling man...come to break the bones of your sins
I feel like a little worm on a big fucking hook.
I know why Jesus wept, motherfucker
I say I'm dead...and I move.
I'll kill you before you even touch that gun, Funboy.
I've allies in Heaven, Jack, I've comrades in Hell...
If one part falls, it all falls.
If you die before I wake...
Is that gasoline I smell?
It can't rain all the time.
It could be a devil, it could be an angel
It spins round and down on an axis of atrocity
It's not death if you refuse itIt is if you accept it.
Its soul - a twisted wreckage of despair and pain
Its spine is a vertical scream
Just paint your face in shadows dark.
Killing time killing time
May God grant you the mercy that I cannot.
Mother is the name for god on the lips and hearts of all children.
Mr. Gideon...you're not paying attention.
My God, the shadows...
Oh, he told...it took three digits but he told...
One thousand miles deep
Ooh. That HAD to hurt.
Out of sight or in the element of light
Pain, pain is all he wants. And hate, yes hate.
Shut your mouth, pain junkie. I haven't asked you anything.
Slow as concrete, blurred as a dream
Someone take these dreams away.
Tell them DEATH is coming for them.
Tell them Eric Dravin sends his regards.
The arc of the dream descends into despair,
The carriage held but just ourselves - And immortality
The CrowThe Crow said don't look!!
The hours became heavier and weighted,
The tides of sin draw tighter and brighter,
They're all dead...they just don't know it yet.
This is the really real world...there ain't no coming back.
This is when hope and desire collapse,
This is when the night comes down a hammer on an anvil.
until wailing phantom firetrucks paces across his vision.
Victims are we all.
We do not die of death we die of vertigo!
We shall never forget and never forgive.
What this place needs is a good natural catastrophe.
When innocent lovers dance like angels on fire.
When sorrows come, they come not single spies, but in battalions.
With spiders inside a vision from Hell