There's a street with a guitar lead
a thousand miles of home
a gunshot in the distance
a leader turned poet

and your look,touch of warmth
it's turned away, protected by anger
in the middle of thier lies
we would only have each other

wipe the death out of your eyes
baby snakes refuse to die
out of mother hell the pains syncronized
turn to stone then you die

I miss the morning light
giving away all the answers
its at the point where
no one cares if nothing really matters

a closed mind to scheduled lies
losing focus in passing time
an emptyness named goodbye
giving away more than glances

wipe the worms from your eyes
baby snakes refuse to die
out of mother hell the pains syncronized
turn to stone then you die
turn away begin to die

like a snake she would strike
evil eyes its only life
take away every tomorrow
out of cruelty the passion dies
stab seventy thorns in my side
because bleeding means nothing
dying does'nt matter

you don't have to lie awake
stealing thoughts unknown
close your eyes when it hits
the end of a soul let go

rip the snakes out of your eyes
and they refuse to die
out of mother hell the pains syncronized
turn to death begin to die

in a dreams way out of night into day
dont look this way hell will never change
theres no good way may love rest in peace
come to me in my sleep

lies dance thru sentances
meaning love is'nt why
while there is no answer on your finger
the trigger is hard
your lips so dry

snakes slither thruogh trees
as rats run around me
spiders drop from the ceilings
and hell burns down in seas

tear the snakes out of your eyes
a hundred times over
they still die
out of mother hell the pains syncronized
inside death we say goodbye
CopyrightTRAVISRAYCOLE{C}2000

С твоей фигурой Синди Кроуфорд
И рядом даже не стоит
Она как дряхлая морковка
В  сравненье с телищем твоим
Твое лицо как спелый персик
Твои глаза как чернослив
Ах, если б мог я на мгновенье
Вкусить слюны твоей прилив,
Облюбовать твое все тело
Которым ты так дорожишь
Быть может, ты мне разрешишь?
Прошу тебя отдай себя мне
Тебе я радость подарю
И после сладостных объятий
Копье свое в тебя вонзю.

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