All The Pretty Little HorsesHush-a-bye,
Don't you cry,
Go to sleepy little baby,
Go to sleepy little baby,
When you wake
You shall have
All the pretty little horses,
All the pretty little horses
AnywayHere's the shoulder
For your sleepy head,
Here's the fingers
For your tired hand;
We're not allowed to
Cut out these lonely days,
But why don't we break the law
Black Sun ShinesMake your god
And let him in,
Black sun shines,
Now invent some sins.
Call your god,
You know, he has a phone,
Black sun shines,
God Cursed PeopleLevel down.
God Cursed people,
Jesus wanna cripple
All the people
Who have a revolution symbol.
God cursed all the people,
All the people born to serve,
Man In The ShedPale and black are the same thing,
Pain and blue are for the teens,
Cup of coffee before bedtime,
You murdered love with your red eye.
Pale and black are the same sin,
There's no flavor in your writings.
You are the man in the shed,
Polite InquisitionPolite inquisition,
Please stop control my secret passions,
Polite inquisition,
I'm tired to follow your strict fashion.
You make things that cannot be explained
To find me wallowed in sin,
You write rights for us on your own,
Running From The RainThe only thing
That bother me today
Is the rain
That rises from the ground.
The acid love
That made me hate
Is like waterfall
Woman In The Black DressSuddently it happened,
Suddently it bit,
Like a cancer in the head
It penetrated into me.
Oh, yes, autumn brought me a little death,
She was dressed in clothes of black leaves
That were whirling in the stone mass