http://hk.zorpia.com/emon1898 Wed, 16 Dec 2009 22:20 EST Wed, 16 Dec 2009 22:20 EST Zorpia.com http://hk.zorpia.com/emon1898/journal/1815262 <p align="left"><font face="Verdana">If this world is wearing thin<br />And you're thinking of escape<br />I'll go anywhere with you<br />Just wrap me up in chains<br />But if you try to go alone<br />Don't think I'll understand<br /><br />Stay with me<br />Stay with me<br /><br />In the silence of your room<br />In the darkness of your dreams<br />You must only think of me<br />There can be no in between<br />When your pride is on the floor<br />I'll make you beg for more<br /><br />Stay with me<br />Stay with me<br /><br />You'd better hope and pray<br />That you make it safe<br />Back to your own world<br />You'd better hope and pray<br />That you'll wake one day<br />In your own world<br />Cause when you sleep at night<br />They don't hear your cries<br />In your own world<br />Only time will tell<br />If you can break the spell<br />Back in your own world<br /><br />Stay with me<br />Stay with me<br />Stay, stay with me<br />Stay, stay, stay, stay, stay<br />Stay with me<br /><br /><br /></font><a name="19"><font face="Verdana"><font color="#dddddd"><strong>19. Devil To The Metal</strong></font><br /><br /><em>[Harder, Darker, Faster: Thornography Deluxe 2008 track]</em><br /><br />Polluting the honesty of Christ with poisoned wine<br />Laced with lines from the end of time<br />From the herald and the bugler<br /><br />High voltage bolts the cellar door<br />Switch thrown at midnight's peak<br />To start the heart of a scarlet whore<br />Gauged infernally<br /><br />A poetess in night's profane station<br />Threading lies like silver seas<br />A seamstress for an amputee nation<br />Wedded to depravities<br /><br />Devil to the metal<br /><br />Diluting the authority of life with sewer brine<br />Laced with grime from the spiral of time<br />Wherein spins cruel order<br /><br />The big hand strokes the Little Horn<br />Not thrown for charity<br />To win the sins of the decadent, born<br />To wage eternally<br /><br />Passion rides the great unholy<br />Ipsissimus of love's despair<br />Her ashen grin would shine, if only<br />Death would not sit smiling there<br />Her beauty freezes reason<br />Like Helen at the reins<br />Of the rampant horse Apocalypse<br />On the shore that it was made</font><br /></a></p> Personal http://hk.zorpia.com/emon1898/journal/1815262 Mon, 23 Jun 2008 03:46 EST