What on earth can atone for all the wrong i've done? oh god from the depths, from the depths i cry out your name i'm sorry obliterated the planets in
It?s a broken house: bloody handprints on the wall, ghosts out in the hall; that?s where mama lives. I can still hear her calling out my name. Singing
Eloise sits, this privelaged corpse, A mundance pace offers no sturggle Denny holds tight, Chrome death kiss on a platter, He enters a raid to a hive
"I get what I want this time baby." Foul temptress I want it too This hell, this doom baby I find I cannot part with this shadow of a thought Desire
lonely smile like an oyster that's been shucked and dead. The company the red posies they sprang and they whispered. Sweet tragedy. "There's a bird
They call this the badlands baby But it used to be bayou The shore of an inland sea And I can hear you coming What foul beast stalks this way The night
beware, beware out of their closets the skeletons are coming come down with me where the woods meet the water lets get away from your dirty little secrets
you've seen this kid before he sits fists clenched when he looks up he sees tigers when he looks inwards he sees disgust disgust for a jungle that
take your knife out the blade is deep in my back but it's not the first time can we figure a way to bandage the wound your misguided soul is playing
or should not stay. What ends up on the cutting room floor? Apparently, it?s not my, it?s not my choice to make. So here?s another one, is it good enough
all, the children call their favorite time of year. Snowflakes in the air, candles everywhere, olden times and ancient rhymes and love and dreams to
spoken, you?re voted out and there?s not time for your last words. I hope that you feel rotten when you get what you earn. For what it?s worth, I'll
Consuming every little thing we get our claws around I do subscribe to the thought that we are the dinosaurs With pebbled skin, sharp teeth, a wicker
i head for distant lands leaving my expenses forsake this land of plastic i would try to be something but you wont stop talking drifting for the farthest
Thoughts orchestrated by the metal that is sewn into your skull: 1. Live 2. Consume 3. Depart Flesh becomes circuits, fulfill this purpose Obey programs
golden If you want to view paradise Simply look around and view it Its there that you will find me listening (you can take tomorrow,dip it in a dream
To them it's Technicolor I can tell you're lying. It cuts through my belly Lies this deck is stacked with lies but no one knows the difference So what's
promise you, promise that I?ll run away with you I?ll run away with you Spinning on that dizzy edge I kissed her face and kissed her head And dreamed
