We fall we get up, we run we cant fall down, we breath in cut up, we sing our verses of a song, to bleed and see we love to run, dont follow us Dont
the hole in his wrinkled head Former Lee Warmer When I hear him play in his twisted key That's the way he calls to me On a silver tray, I keep the master
It sounds dead. To court Our love He smashes the keys with the bone and blood The sun scratches at his window He's tied to the songs A bag of blood He
So that the pure can shut their doors And the angry are animals Senseless and savage They act without order In logical lapses They stain their mouths with blood
Limbs purring from the kill Bathed in virgin white and like the night Alive and young and unfulfilled Was it the cry of a wolf That broke the silver
the crow rusts, water will follow in combust. The veins of pride pump strong with the the blood of scarecrows. A cavity so fills, a likened tar is the stain
for? What does she hide? Making excuses only got her so far; She needed one, one for every single scar. Love poured out to stop her pain Washed away each blood stain
weariness brings joy to this beholder. I aim for his head as I empty my charger in his direction. His blood stained tie and shirt will leave a lasting
[Premiere Lecon] I looked into the eyes of the Basilisk. Beside the shores Of silver streaming sadness to be, She came to me disguised as Melpomene
the corpse Tear the silver shovel from clamped corroded teeth Gnawing on the fingers of the hand rthat feeds Wading through shallow vomit We widow the faithful Bathe in the blood
burden! They art so richer. Far more then I am.) The third I found late at night, her wisdom presage my twilight. ? The man's who had blood-stained jewels
a church ashamed, naked and hurt Wet from the rain, my face shows pain I'm desperate in search for answers Grabbed the panther that the ushers handed Blood stain
infinite shit, from outta the clip Niggaz is struck with the underworld click Yo it was midnight and rainy and, spotted these three Panamanians Gold chains, and carryin Iranians Pulled out to stain
after the afterlife I'll murder you again laugh with the burner to your head Suicide soldiers like the heavens gate die obsessed with hate Blood stained
glance upon the mole which taints the skin so pure, so fine The garden hangs inside a room so dark, yet brightly lit The stain you poured from silver
At the presidential palace a thousand people saw His excellency leave his car and never make the door The blood flows from his fingers as he clutches at the stain