…The ticktock of time allows me to see An owl turn to an echo The butterfly to a cocoon A swan to ugly duckling A lake to an ocean The dead times awake As I've been called myself to yesterday The flower has fallen its…

…together now There is a method to our sadness As we drag the mirror ball and chain Through the twilight again Dressed up in shame Have no fear There are wounds that are not meant to heal And they sing, "In Venere veritas…

…style... check out my new stress I've seen this stream – did I ditto that? Like I really care! Pretend pretend life's a bluescreen upload dreams in your B-movie its kinda like life - but not And I can't find me inside I hide in an empty smile And I have left me behind In words that aren't mine…

…A witch read from the palm of his hand that his life would turn into darkness and alone he would face all demons from his past that he tries to forget An elder king warned of the dangers that lie in the valleys of north…

…fall for good This may sound like a prayer but it's not This is a written sentence from a man who doesn't know much but he cares These lines are taken from a book, from an unwritten one Can you follow your own shadow In…

…, missä vaan Jeesuksen nimi mainitaan. 4. Golgatan ristinkuolohon Eestämme Jeesus käynyt on. Me hälle siitä kiitoksen Iäti tuomme riemuiten. Nyt laulumme soi riemuiten, Se kuoroon yhtyy enkelten Nyt kaikkialla, missä vaan Jeesuksen nimi mainitaan. A. Swedberg D, d1…

…, they just hang around their boyfriends, keep them warm, they pay them, their lives. It just an easy style, you don't need to take care of anything, no housing or costs in life. You don't ever open your letters, for you, it's just a waste of time.…

…You like to spend time with the younger women, the youth gives you more, than i never think, you are like guys, in schools, new clothes attract, you dont need nothing more. As long as you get layed, everything is just…

…An old cowpoke went riding out one dark and windy day Along the ridge he rested as he went along his way When all at once a mighty herd of red-eyed cows he saw A-plowing through the ragged brush and up the cloudy draw…