Electric Scum
I walk through the buildings of the capital hills, Walk through the sightseeing floor, the escalator was filled with lucky, light shining faces in a glittering mall which spot the label signs on, on the wall A blister infect is crawling out of the roofs, out of the brain soups and holds the white flag against the pain in the amount of business and money instinct lurks the most though and resistant brain I asked every prowler that I met in our loose youth They talk of disaster and band politic mood I'm not alone in the desert of freaks in this town as a long legged lowlive in my gown Drink the electric scum, electric scum, electric scum Let us dive into the crystal ball shine as pantomime This is my tent, almost a design Just the look in oneself can change the bad times Let us dive into the crystal ball shine as pantomime This is my tent, just the look can change these times Drink the electric scum, electric scum, electric scum Let us dive into the crystal ball shine as pantomime This is my tent, almost a design Just the look in oneself can change the bad times Let us dive into the crystal ball shine as pantomime This is my tent, just the look can change these rhymes
Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 26, 2025
In the synthetic clink flows Retron the moon milk drink Metamorphosis turns ravishing Liquid waves quard the bowl A star leads the Retron soul Cairo has focused countdown to 0 Airport please come 6481 Airport 6481 focus 1 Airport please come 6481 Airport 6481 focus 1 (to merge all holy lines) 'Round the planes moves the Cairo Crabat as fast as hundred twisted light lines 'Round the planes moves the Cairo Crabat as bright as the requiem of mars Spiral staircases sit in the Cheops pyramid This ropes of DNA strive one way Straight from the axis feet up to the milky streets 'til Cairo recieves the OK repeat. Airport please come 6481 Airport 6481 focus 1 Airport please come 6481 Airport 6481 focus 1 (to merge all holy lines) 'Round the planes moves the Cairo Crabat as fast as hundred twisted light lines 'Round the planes moves the Cairo Crabat as bright as the requiem of mars In the synthetic clink flows Retron the moon milk drink Metamorphosis turns ravishing Liquid waves quard the bowl A star leads the Retron soul Cairo has focused countdown to 0 'Round the planes moves the Cairo Crabat as fast as hundred twisted light lines 'Round the planes moves the Cairo Crabat The navel cord of moon's birth
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 26, 2025
Hello my sailor! I am married now and I white you from Lyon, I drink no more, I smoke real less, you know 'cause I'm pregnant since you've been gone. My husband says he'll bring him up like if he is his own son. He's a banker and he leads me out, dinner, dancing, what I want. Remember, "je t'aime, taverne noir", I see yet the snack booth on your pants. I'll never forget your sailor mirth, how you picked up every comb out of the dirt. His name is Jaques. He said this is mother's ring. Take it as a prof for my love. And our new flat is on the opera park, really nice for my little dogs. Excuse me. Want you to know what's true? I've no ring and there's no man. I need fivethousand for the abortion. Please! Send it fast as fast as you can! Remember, "je t'aime, taverne noir" I can't find the one for whom I yearn. You know 'bout your hurting sailor flirts. Pick me up like every comb you'd found in the dirt. Remember, "je t'aime, taverne noir", I see yet the snack booth on your pants. I'll never forget your sailor mirth, how you picked up every comb out of the dirt. Like his own son Dancing, dinner, what I want A ring and a wedding dress French whispers in sweet caress
Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 26, 2025
Kilja is my bird, she cannot sing Chemistry has boiled her strings She said: "Built your hut on my wing" Kilja is the bird who 'catch my fall from a bridge with suicide toll Now I try to wake her bride call Quiet waves my window sill Real is the miracle And the virgin lust of my new born trust can excite us like a double moon in love Kilja writes a poem line in the sand 'bout a norwegian fjord shore bend where a filter breaks the sunstand Secrets in your ever changing suit makes my voice to your substitute 'cause I know Kilja means the "Featherflute" Quiet waves my window sill Real is the miracle And the virgin lust of my new born trust can excite us delight us like a cannon of the winds Quiet waves my window sill Real is the miracle And the virgin lust of my new born trust can excite us and delight us Sometimes I wish to fall your cure, then it's jealousy what rules 'cause your bride call would pull a charming bird into your urge
Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 26, 2025
I see the hinding places in the laundry yard and a sunny day to play We were the key kids in the T-block city part but where are they today? I cannot tell you things 'bout wild woods but 'bout the toy land hills to our local scrap place area where fancy ruled our skills Motors, bicycles, radios We gave the things new forms Strange vehicles on concrete The matter was reborn I recognize two eyes behind the window pane in the block in front of this They look like my first love, like waiting on a train I feel she sends a kiss I cannot tell you things 'bout wild woods but 'bout the dream land hills in our local scrap place area where fancy ruled our skills Cases, candles and board walls The wedding cave was formed First embraces and shy lips A new instincts was born Strange vibrations for concrete We gave the things new forms Strange vibrations for concrete The matter was reborn
Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 26, 2025
por que sers tan cruel? nunca hubo una droga peor qu infeierno te posee? la aparencia no es sincera. No. merezco qu arda el corazon? quin fu el qu decidi ir ms all de lo permitido? y no sabemos ni nuestros nombres no, no y no qu? Me empequenece la altura y no lo puedo evitar cuando el cierzo no parece perdonar la carta va a volver alucinacines tus companeros de viaje decidieron todo y no queda nada sagrado y no sabemos ni nuestros nombres no, no y no qu?
Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 26, 2025
Liquid A to A Geymour K Chill line U to love craft U to lovecraft Q Liquid C to Geymour C to Geymour P Robots form their head loops, form their head loops to: New machine wisdom A cocaine spirit system Million dollar stories and headlines Reporter screams ask the machines 'bout their fancies on addictive day dreams and 'bout love instinct Media term point, term point live in Bern The museums of technics, robots get their food Drug chips are their software, they spell Geymour K Robots form their head loops, form their head loops to: New machine wisdom A cocaine spirit system Million dollar stories and headlines Reporter screams ask the machines 'bout their fancies on addictive day dreams and 'bout love instinct Liquid A to A Geymour K Chill line U to love craft U to lovecraft Q Liquid C to Geymour C to Geymour P Robots form their head loops, form their head loops to: New machine wisdom A cocaine spirit system Million dollar stories and headlines Reporter screams ask the machines 'bout their fancies on addictive day dreams and 'bout love instinct Give me the pounding of your heart says the drug machine in million yelling dollar story lines We cannot see the ancient dreams, but we like to live the space dynamics and we hate museums.
Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 26, 2025
In the icey village, where the rumours whisper through the easter morning song stands the biggest cradle in the laser chapel for the birth of "Wasp the Kong" Chill fills the aquarium's blastnig scum Here waits the polar athletic son All I want to the birth of "Wasp Te Kong" Son in the easter morning song to feed new shape's Kwoud Hsou Hloun Scientists found a system to let have him several parents but not only men Sportslords and bacteriums in his mother's whale cell lie in aquanautic trance Chill fills the aquarium's blastnig scum Here waits the polar athletic son
Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 26, 2025
I've digged my dices in the corney of these street stones Now they shoot along the drain ground lights They join a gamble with the ground water to win the wipping willow tears where gold sparks hide Here where we sing all our love songs of the yins, kills the embrace of wild charming and sins We ride our spinning wheels around the walls of sleep to net the castle in a fairy jail Give me a minute for my punishment, the garden where they wait with whips of devil tails Here where we sing all our love songs of the yins, kills the embrace of wild charming and sins Bless you, weird boy, said the may sky Blees you, weird boy! Tell your weird joys! Bless you, weird boy, said the may sky Blees you, weird boy! Tell your weird joys! Bless you, weird boy, said the may sky Tell your weird joys, said the may sky
Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 26, 2025
Cartridge siedges of racer teams slide in tubes through icey streams, slide in curve from 6 and 8 Thrills in centigrades Suits as tight as second skin Proud electric masculine Chests that wear the cycled line and the crystal sign Go, go, go, go Thrills yells reach the gates Polar sports fans in their seats watch exactly how second speed Telescopes move left to right, uniform and tight Now the nations show their class and reportes boil the mass Mass could push the resonance for a winning chance Go, go, go, go Thrills in centigrades Sports yells reach the gates To study sports and technics drives our cosmonautic gear The new intelligence rises up to space career The blocks of victory are hard to climb for test processes Young men are moved when medals pounding on their chests Go, go, go, go Thrills in centigrades Sports yells reach the gates Craft systems Craft systems Craft systems Craft systems
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 26, 2025