) (From her trap) She is death (She is death) All of the time (She is death) She is death (She is death) All of the days (She is death) She is death (She is death
She is death, All of the time. She is death, All of the days. She is death, And I can't leave From her trap. She is death, All of the time. She is death
Traducció: The Flaming Lips. Ella és la Mort.
telling her That her child was slain She reaches for his picture frame Open up the good book read the scriptures And sighs his name The skies full of flames
slave On one hand is my revulsion to these sordid tomb trysts On the other is a gold ring that sill binds me to this Necro-nuptial bliss is hard to
don't write love songs. What is it that we sing then? Our love of life is total, everything we do is an expression of that, Everything that we write
hope the fall didn't hurt the baby. [Mama Morton] Baby? [Velma Kelly] Shit! [Billy Flynn] Well, doctor, is she or isn't she? [Doctor] She is. [Billy
trampling of dreams But oh, no tears please Fear and pain may accompany death But it is desire that shepherds its certainty As we shall see She was
witch her stitches itch For familiar lips to lick them dry Whilst the dark regrasps, for if she asks The sun forsakes the rite to rise And is the first
from mind) (Fate's tourniquet was tied, when She died) Still sense Her presence so divine Lithe arms about my throat Like pining swans entwined Footfalls at nightfall close to mine Suicide is
, they're mine Midnight She sings praises in the hall To saintly faces hallowed Be their names she can't recall Sister Mary, Virgin Mary Silent with her sin She
[Kool G Rap] I know this chick, yo mami is rich, she push a six Living some bloodshed, her man is pushing bricks Crib way out in the sticks, they house
a tarot deck I am the card of the hanged man and here I stand with a flame on my hand do you understand? If there is hope for me she is flirting with
she had lied. Her obsession had died, it had died. When can I take you from this place? When is the word but a sigh? When is death our lone beholder?
Insane unabomber, my whole fam lace golden armor Royal calmer, black queen black madonna The missing link be the big lips on the sphinx Intelligent instincts I say knowledge is
