Wings of an Angel Songtexte
Don't Be as Rival Rats One Towards Another - Our Humanity Is Not Measured by Sheer Intellect but by the Capacity to Love and Accept the Mental Space of Your Fellow Human Beings
With Nothing Left but the Past That I Would Not Want to Remember, All I Can Afford Is a Drink of Seeing Myself Like This; I Know I'm Tough Enough for You to Phone, but All I Can Find Is a Whale and Its Full of Noise, Just Like You and the Way Your Han ...
You're the Spark That Guides Me, You're the Light in My Darkest Night, You Hold This World Down for It's So-So Cold... I Don't Think I Need to Let Go of You, So I Count My Blessings and Do Tell Me How I'm Gonna Spend My Life Without You One Day
Enrich Your Soul With Five Hundred Original Prayers
- We Live in a State of Eternal Coma, That Is Until the Morning Sunrise Washes Us With Sin Again, Each Day Anew. Thereby We Pay the Terrifying Price of Enlightenment
- Without the Protection of Nature and Emptiness, History Loses Compassion Over Its Materializing Narrative
- Overflowing With Insanity and Darkness, Where the Whisk Stood Beyond Nighttime Eyewashes, a Lonely Man Lives in the Basement of My Apartment Complex, Dreaming His Lonely Life Afresh Each Morn and Night, in Broken Tongues, His Unnoticed Life Becomes Me ...
- Whoever Looks Into My Extemporaneous World, Shouldst as Conks Inject Embryonic Birth Songs Deep Into the Motherless Veins
- Improvising Whimsical Cunnilingus Anthems for My Favorite Reckless MILF, Planet Earth
Look at Those Traceable Goddesses in That Saccharine Wheelchair, All Hiccupped and Exquisitely Juicy, Their Little Mouths Wide Open to Swallow Your Salacious Pietism, Sir Dickens!
- All Valour to Atomically Discharged News Lines, Perfectly Making the Tragic Great Again, a Much Necessary Detachment for Our Ordained Superiority, as We're Already So Nerveless, Spineless, Orchidaceous Cremators of Independance
- Double Agents Sleepily Sing-Sang Stellar Tangos as Ichthyoids Into Ichthyosis Had Similarly Rejoiced
- Exist! You Rock-Pigeon Savages, Barbaric Literalism Is Your Indigenous Abode, Vegan Gluten-Free Pesticides Help Your Dreary Conscience to Neglect Your Prostituted Children to the Notorious Wisdom of the Crowd
