Nero's long hot tongue
Nero's long hot
tongue licks...
This is the sound
Of the world
turning round
The underground
sound
This is the sound of the
world turning round
The world
spinning round.
You get eaten alive
By the perfect lover.
I fell in
to a burning ring
A burning ring of
knives
And the knives
slide in
They slide deep
there forever
Caught in the centre
Of a circle of manias
Chemical Angel
Enters arena
Toro D'Or
falls to the floor
Fucking the ground
The hole in the ground
And hot wires sing
Deep in my skin
I'm writhing...
perspiring...
Like Dutch Schultz at
106 degrees...
And I wake up licking
I wake up licking the
bedsheets clean
Licking and
sucking......
Nero's long hot
tongue licks...
This is the sound
Of the world
turning round
The underground
sound
This is the sound of the
world turning round
The world
spinning round.
You get eaten alive
By the perfect lover.
I fell in
to a burning ring
A burning ring of
knives
And the knives
slide in
They slide deep
there forever
Caught in the centre
Of a circle of manias
Chemical Angel
Enters arena
Toro D'Or
falls to the floor
Fucking the ground
The hole in the ground
And hot wires sing
Deep in my skin
I'm writhing...
perspiring...
Like Dutch Schultz at
106 degrees...
And I wake up licking
I wake up licking the
bedsheets clean
Licking and
sucking......
See the Black Sun rise In the Solar Lodge See the Black Sun rise From the Solar Lodge Stop Like a clock Like ...
quotAnything Will be alright If you come out In the night quot With your life sewn open Breath in Put the bone bac...
When in disgrace with fortune and men s eyes I all alone beweep my outcast state And trouble deal heaven wit...
They that have power to hurt and will do none That do not do the thing they most do show Who moving others a...
Roman land Of Roman sands And Roman sons As I watch the sun sink down On the bloodred edge Of the bloodred town Ther...
To me fair friend you never can be old For as you were when first your eye I eyed Such seems your beauty still ...
O thou my lovely boy who in thy power Dost hold Time s fickle glass his sickle hour Who hast by waning gr...
O me what eyes hath Love put in my head Which have no correspondence with true sight Or if they have wher...
When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past I sigh the lack of man...
