Humanity cover me with the ashes of remembrance I will learn from this pain There is no darkness without light To teach us of ourselves Humanity cover
this is from the sinkholes of the uninspired this is the result of the loss of luster on life and my unsteady hands reach forward for something luminescent
"It's the last great adventure left to mankind" Screams a drooping lady Offering her dreamdoll's at less than extortionate prices And as the notes and
The last great adventure left to mankind Screams a drooping lady Offering her dreamdolls at less than extortionate prices, And as the notes and coins
Lifeless dead, that unclean bed, till or when her hunger's fed How he'd wished that they would wed I promise on our love she said Promises were never
Tearing me down Bringing me around When do we stop? Nobody, nobody ever knows Tearing me down Bringing me around When do we stop? Nobody, nobody ever
I just want to close my eyes So I can forget about today Forget about what lies tomorrow And only take place in the realm of paradise To be beaten each
I wanna hold you up to let you see yourself I'm sick of watchin' you fall on your face again I wanna help you, you have to help yourself I know you won
Took a walk down my life today Broken and empty roads are paved With regrets and guilt I have made Crushing what bits of hope remain Do you want to believe
Your dress is lined with blood, You look so much better in red. And with your throat open, Your body twitches and squirms, As you suffocate on your own
wonderland was a small street in the city of clowns i thought i'd never return so down, luried lights flowing over empty buildings where delilah sings
Dans mes draps de chrysanthemes L'aube peine a me glisser Doucement son requiem Ses poemes adores Dans mon lit, la, de granit Je decompose a ve Delits
humanity cover me with the ashes of remembrance i will learn from this pain there is no darkness without light to teach us of ourselves life to lifeless
Do you know that every night I think of ways to get back at you? I'd sneak into your room, put a pillow over your face, suffocate you. Rip into your chest
Obsessed with thing that not is alive Playing with death on your own way Sickening brain-convulsions of morbid truth A god of all living is what you
[musick - Matt Harvey; lyrixxx - Ross Sewage, 1995] Laid down amongst several thousand tabanid brethren, Wriggling free from a post-natal prison, Incubated
Those cries, those lies That tell the truth Life's intention to open One's eyes and see it end Those tries to attempt To abuse and hinder minds Accusation