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noise) Just a singer in a mind choir And live on old harmony If the songs don't change the choir won't sing Won't sing the symphony Forever is a long
warm wave Voices of the orphan choirs threaten to overwhelm Speeding through the skeletons of trees Pulling their bodies bent The wind's terrible symphony
be out of here The marching band play for the families Through the streets, beautiful symphonies Let's walk through the park while the trees are still there And the midnight choir
I am dust, and to dust I shall return belial, mephisto, both shall burn me up devour my sad whimperings the cutting whip is mine to feel no symphony in
the barrel of a smoking gun Have mercy on me, now the deed is done 'Cause every heart that's broken is a murder one Boy 5 composed a symphony Strings and choir
to Eros, she is exhibition She plays like a symphony, smells like sympathy Tastes like poetry, gives her very soul to me She is the wine that makes harps and choirs
my feet this time Pray, says the needle to the thread This is the perfect sound And where we both collide Pray, says the choir to the symphony Strike
chased by a curse. That time seems cruel to our memory. Expressive bow strokes in the bodily universe. Soon fade into a monotonous symphony. Like solar
angel shows me the way Through the shadows of sympathy Inside my dreams of deadly wrath Awake! - My demons of the damned Arise! - My angels of the choir A symphony
this filthy city. Laced with shit, this love affair all black hearts, and tragic heights. Keep on listening to our sanguine symphony. We'll keep conducting
at all hallows fair A pearl in an oyster she shone like a star Augmenting her sisterhoods prayers Her singing touched angels And melted their hearts Her choirs
want to And as it tells its sorry tale in harrowing detail Its hollowness will haunt you It streets and boulevards, orphans and oligarchs are here A plaintive melody, truncated symphony
drip blood into your eyes Rip out your heart Then tear them out And puke into your dead skull Your tortured moans of agony Compose a wicked symphony With the choir
you will see The monster you have made... Of me Solitude becomes my song Silence slowly screams along The choir's chorus heard so strong The symphony
wherever you go. I hear the music of the world a-turnin'; There are some folks laughin'; there are some folks cryin'. Kids playin' in the streets sound sweeter than a choir
confetti on all black tie celebrations. Bullhorn: Tear out your carnivorous toupee for the afro fire, save your hors'dovours for the boiling lobster choir
my name - greeting me. "Come with us - be ours". "Join this perverted dance of the night". "Listen to out symphony - a rhapsody in black". Their choir