Raise up the ghosts of the dead - I won't die like them Push past the point of raw emotion - I will breathe Exist with a broken spirit - I will die complete
You were so euphoric I saw... the future in your eyes A Cascade of emotion Brings me to... the summit of defeat My trust was misplaced Like the truth
Crystal clear I see the rose is frail The thorns hide easily in its beauty As I go to grasp it in my hand My heart is torn beating from my chest Let
Lie! Sometimes this beauty is choking me but at least its your hands at my throat Your lashes brush against my cheek coupled with your breath on my neck
Blow the last candle out. Let the wax harden I wish I could stop crying. And I wish that someone still loved me [x2] Just breathe and focus. How can
Raise up the ghosts of the dead - I won't die like them Push past the point of raw emotion - I will breathe Exist with a broken spirit - I will die
Coward, the next time you want to fuck me over stab me in the front Can I still see my future in your eyes, or can I picture myself dead in your embrace
(From Lead Sails Paper Anchor: 2.0 Extra Tracks) Sometimes it feels like the juice is just one, hell of a squeeze. I'm wringing it out my hands, drinking
Starving searching this barren wasteland Trying to grasp being this alone Pleading for a breath of fresh air, someone's standing on my chest Dying
Lift up a stone and you will find him, cherish the beauty in the world around us Not in buildings or crosses made by man Judge me, fuck you, stop playing
I am the walking dead heartbreaker, my apologies, I'm happy you'll never understand what It's like to be trapped under six feet of solid glass, I can
Starving searching this barren wasteland Trying to grasp being this alone Pleading for a breath of fresh air, someone's standing on my chest Dying I'
If I gave you pretty enough words. Could you paint a picture of us that works. An emphasis on function rather than design. Aren't you tired cause I will
Who died in the systematic procress that we call life Each indiscriminate event leading itself to the total destruction The total nihilation of the beauty
Gutted like a pig, all you want is the world to bleed, someone somewhere stole your desire The pain akin to, being punched in the throat, and stabbed
Crystal clear I see the rose is frail, the thorns hid easily in its beauty, as I go to grasp it in my hand My heart is torn beating from my chest Let
Yesterday I forgot to breathe for like the 6th time this week. maybe it was the pink cloud strafed sky that changed my mind and brought me back seems
Every thought catalyst reaction Nerve synapse, mentally slavery Disembodied, controlled minds Sharpened tools, bloddy knives Electric chips, machines
