There’s a crystal view from my window And I can see years to come I live for the burn and the sting of pleasure I live for the sword, the steel, and the gun I can tear down the walls, storm them barricades Run to the place where the frightened crawl Desire lurks beyond good […]
There’s a crystal view from my window And i can see years to come I live for the burn and the sting of pleasure I live for the sword, the steel, and the gun I can tear down the walls, storm the barricades Run to the place where the frightened crawl Desire lurks beyond good […]
Meet me on the wastelands – later this day, We’ll sit and talk and hold hands maybe, For there’s not much else to do in this drab and colourless Place. We’ll sit amongst the rubber tyres, Amongst the discarded bric-a-brac, People have no use for – amongst the smouldering embers of Yesterday. And when or […]
Out into the wasteland Out into the wasteland No religion No religion, no religion at all No religion No religion, no religion at all No religion, no religion at all No religion No religion, no religion at all No religion No religion at all No religion Emissionary man amongst the heathen Can’t you see a […]