Not to Be Undimensional Conscious

The seventh heaven On the thirteenth floor I hear you knock Upon my door My attitudes are platitudes I surrender to your love Surrounded by your smell A snapshot like twisted veins No more thoughts to tell Devotion up to its gains Delicious smooth warm sin Fingerprints on your soft skin In deep devotion I end in tears Like a setting lotion For all my fears

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 26, 2025

Guardian angels are working for me The devil and the deep blue sea I beat my heart and bend all trees By the end of the year I'm on my knees Such a precious little dream Can make a face behind a scream One of three holes in a broken stone Through gardens long since overgrown All that filled my ears with pain Your dirty looks beat me again A lustful view makes my eye explode My heart went dead and I fell in the road

Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 26, 2025

Frozen there in prickly heat According to what is required Far from home on nowhere street An endless stream is expired Can't escape the exciting wave Addiction's suffer in a case Missing pleasure is not found And the feelings are getting drowned

Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 26, 2025

In a land where they all dream They can't take you how you seem Following a biscuit to its empire A fatal breath stopped the horse The creepin flesh regret remorse Streamlined functional neat simplicity Where the weirdos are dishing it out Bringing back the beat to get down on the ground Brothers and sisters they scream and shout Cuz together they enjoy the funky ass beat sound

My attempts to freeze the time Were failures But I have been close Intents I had you could divine And I'm awake Of boring those Who never really did approve My actual aims But though dance With herds of goofy gnus of groove And make up peculiar names In trance If I stay in that distance There will be no admittance To another state of mind A plain of existence I'm watching plankton Creeping through the grass Safe from the whale That's what I guess Have not a clou Got no idea Doubt that they know What's happening here

Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 26, 2025

Visions escape from your spirital waste A conscious decision of your inner soul Symbols trapped through convulsions of my brain Visualized figures marching in step Erasing my store Forget more and more Unlearning to spell My own name I can't believe I'm calling myself Within your mind We are three of a kind

Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 26, 2025

Timeflies slide down the walls Pondered upon progressive calls Trembling tongues in search of taste Shattered teeth all over the place Served the style of a real neurotic The easy smile of a true psychotic No we never met before Tangerine dreams stay for ever more Waving voices Falling apart Like shadows From the stars Instruction furnish My vacant mind With tales of sorrow Pink oceans rewind

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 26, 2025

Sequences of time are now in session The imposition of three suffing patterns With the ability to scan through A complete list of phonetic transcriptions In a matter of timeframes

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 26, 2025

Considering the river And the concrete boots What you saw You didn't really see Under pressure I suggest This is life's hard bequest Somewhere in my head A new age of benevolence Dressing down to A cool anonymity Happily married to a eloquent feminist Roman catholic marxist leninist I strive for critical ability I thrive on political activity I'm alive in a new society I arrive quickly and quietly Just don't doubt your own identity The car you drive's the family variety

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 26, 2025