ACTS MAGDALENA

i am the child of the wasteland....a land of haunted houses and monsters i call father. dark talents run in the family, but i shatter the glass to let the moonlight in, not to destroy something fragile for the feeling of breaking beneath my fists. all i can do is scream, crawl out, and keep screaming. but i can hold the sparrow, mend its wing... i am the spring rain and the hurricane... the monsters cower now, not me, not you. *xn*

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LOW
*Manic and intense. the insight you gain when there is nowhere to go but up...*
a freak, a god, a muse, insane

Low
Low is good
Kind of makes you high, kind of makes you know things
Low
Low is good
Kind of makes you high, kind of makes you know me
Now its time to part with all my seals, they break they peel
Degeneration can't be far behind
But its not so bad because I see, I have been free
I have that blessed sight that eats away
I feel it now inside its pretty clear, that I am dear
To things in which you won't confide
The chill that cracks my bones to bring me near, to heat that sears
To raucous silent screams to wondrous sighs
It makes me real, no no
Can't break it don't fight it, just hang on
It makes me real, no no
Can't break it don't fight it, just bang on
It makes me real, no no
Without it I am nothing
It makes me real, no no
Without it I am nothing
So when I consistently feel fear, to rage to tears
I will remember why I'm still alive
I'm the things I feel and think and see
Forced to be- I am a freak a god a muse insane
Freak, a God, a Muse, Insane
Freak, a God, a Muse, Insane
Freak, a God, a Muse, Insane
Freak, a God, a Muse, Insane
Low
Low is good
Kind of makes you high, kind of makes you know things
Low
Low is good
Kind of makes you high, kind of makes you know me
It makes me real, no no
Can't break it don't fight it, just hang on
It makes me real, no no
Can't break it don't fight it, just bang on
It makes me real, no no
Without it I am nothing
It makes me real, no no
Without it I am nothing
(c)Christian Merry, Street Bebe Music ASCAP

ELLIPTICAL MIND'S EYE
*Something wicked ..dark, surreal, who you idolize is just who you nail. (no synths,that organ is a bass)*

I want to swing with my wings behind me
Fly like a bird of mirth
I want to bring all my things behind me
Found in a place on Earth
Elliptical mind's eye
Deny Eve deny Adam's fate
Believe my profound lies
One I need one I hear all day

You and me, we are extraordinary icons
I know its true, we are extraordinary icons
You feel its true, we are extraordinary icons

Who you idolize is just who you nail
Who you idolize is just who you nail
Who you idolize is just who you nail
Who you idolize is just who you nail
Who you idolize is just who you nail
Who you idolize is just who you nail

WASTELAND
*Man-made love. Ethereal musing, lost hope and the mind numbing acceptance*

Walking lying sitting running wandering movement
Talking sighing singing humming crying amusement
Walking 'round the dark is he looking for some fulfilling memory
Talking safe she thinks is she hoping for some great jump in mercury

On this place, the sparkle shined
Follow this place, its broken line

Walking sighing sitting humming wandering amusement
Stalking getting secretly/frying dinner up, got to eat its hot

On this place the sparkle shined
Follow this place, its broken line

Why a lot, try a lot
He found love
Cry a lot , buy a lot
She finds love
High above, high above
They found love
High enough, high enough
Man-made love

Timing thinking failing crumbling joyful errosion
Training convincing hypnotised rebel gofer illusion crucified

On this place the sparkle shined
Follow this place, its broken line

Why a lot, try a lot
He found love
Cry a lot , buy a lot
She finds love
High above, high above
They found love
High enough, high enough
Man-made love
(c) Christian Merry, Street Bebe Music ASCAP

BULLET
*An abuse of Power by those who are meant to protect us.*

Your mighty fist, your Holy right
Supreme husband, mold your wife
You rearrange, you estrange,
You derange
Your puny children, a decrepit lot
You sure deserved more
than what you got
Just say you love me,
Just say you care
Just say you love me, just say it loud
Say it now, now
Your love's a bullet
Right through my head
You rearrange, you estrange,
You derange
Could we exist without you
You little bitches,
You would be through
Fire fire who's the big strong man
Yea you got your fucking gun
Fire fire who's the big loud man
Yea you got your fucking gun
Fire fire you bitter ruthless man
Yea you got your fucking gun
Fire fire who's the big proud man
Yea you got your fucking gun
You rearrange, you estrange,
You derange
Momma's gone and left you
What you going to do
What the boys going to think
Going to think of you
Just say you love me, make it loud
Its that bullet that shows you care
Fire fire who's the big strong man
Yea you got your fucking gun
Fire fire who's the big loud man
Yea you got your fucking gun
Fire fire you tiny useless man
Yea I got your fucking gun
Fire fire you tiny useless man
Yea I got your fucking gun
(c)Christian Merry Street Bebe Music ASCAP

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BILLBOARD MAGAZINE, Excerpt, Continental Drift., Larry Flick