Shes not, breathing, her eyes are closed, its time to go. Coins on her eyes wrapped in silk and sealed in gold I can still see you, youll never know,
You will regret everything you said, I know you will, I know you well I can see right through you, like broken shattered glass Still holding on to the
your valuables Choke the remaining beasts You've gained the will To gather all the vigilant Pull back the bow, snap The ministry of archers. Slaughtered
of seeing myself as prey. And then I heard an armored march. I heard an armored march that shook the trees. Bows bent as they sang, "We are the archers
I only take as much as I've given. But you've bored me to my bones. And yes I've got to be honest, this shit wasn't worth it. So I'm packing what
On the first day, they lied to your face. And sung with strength and conviction, just like your "real friends" do. Oh! I just wanted to break you,
Baby I can talk for hours if you'll only listen. I can show you what you have in store. Full nights of gray skies love, and who does your heart beat
Please get yourself out of my dreams, So I can finally find sleep and the skin that's draped over these bones, will crawl to the vacant spots on the
Crossing some creek or small river somewhere in north, northwest boder of germany, something like that. uhm, yeah, I think it's _____ there something
They caught and drowned the front man Of the world's worst rock & roll band. He was out of luck, because nobody gave a fuck. The jury gathered all around
Stuck a pin in your backbone. Spoke it down from there. All I ever wanted was to be your spine. Lost your friction and you slid for a mile. Overdone,
Too harnessed in slums, to rock you wrap your throat. Standing over your common ground. Snuff the leader with the bad assed plan. Take what you want from
Frozen out of focus, the sunday crowd Started dreaming of television turned up too loud. Coded conversation, half baked and tired, Left us sleeping on
Bit my lip And it's the same thing. Now I'm reduced to a pulp. Your undisturbed and decorated Decorations lie. You're hounded by pulse Stabbed by spit
Under the stairs, behind the neon lamp, the chaps are thinking. She does not care to sit and stare, her blood eyes blinking. She works forever, each and
Assassination shocks a nation. When such a brutal crime is killing christmas time. They capped the hero, under mistletoe Unveiled the bitter sign, declared
There is no perfect time too fast or slow, standard versus strong (? ) The truth be told you can't play much, can't play slow. Forgive me I owe them this