What happens when we just stop caring what happens when we start to feel the same the big surprise you've joined the masses you look around there's no
with you It feels I will die here now And it feels I'm a slave to this ground I've been around love Still living underground, love Poison burning up
to face the storm Just a sign of life to bring us home We burn to face the storm We lose everything and everyone Farther... Slower... We burn to face
Alone I face the sun The burning has begun I live to find a way A never ending faith My heart is on display And I long to find a place For light to shine
[Music and Lyrics: Ravn] Guided by the flame, An image branded in your vision, The infinite infernal incarnation, Burning like acid in your mind. Filling
like Max Rebo Offa my cerebral, God complex but no cathedral I hammer heads like Momanaydon, underground like Raydon Throw my tape on, I burn your wax
they take their next step they know their borders In this $19.98 plus shipping and handling type nether- world every time merchandise dips in out coffers we buy the image
Like a burning torch in darkness you directed me through the mist helping me to find the road that led back home. The one that I missed The distance
So I wonder how y'all chasing dreams when what's tangible still outruns you! Hail dirty doll immaculate performance Warm as the march of a billion torches forward to burn
it's worn The cloak of shame spares no protection His world is made of steel In his hands he bent the fire To mold a thing so real A burning world born
FAUCET Becasue I'm coming at 'em So save your devilish tricks for eve if you don't know me from Adam My lyrics are hotter than summer school My image
How could it be how would it end? When you wake up you wish them to cry Fragments of this being fragments of its meaning to burn away Suffocating in
Plunged down are the twelve holy gates Shattered angels, their blood stains the golden streets Demonhordes, blaspheme the image of god Seven spirits
Darkness planted in the depths of my soul Evil, ancient Demons gathered, a corn of Fire sown Sulphurfields, where His image burn Engraved onto my soul, His image burn
All sewn up Pull out the seams Take your call Your voice is static Far from my reach I burn the page Images are blurred Am I afraid? Around my throat
school, popularity, rears up it?s, ugly head again but with psudo-interlectual, degrees in, politics and wanking jet black, matching uniforms, personality, image
see. Another gruesome image reminds you to be afraid. Don't question. How easily we forget the path. How did we find today? Just read along then burn
I can feel it burning all of my emotions from the inside out. I have set myself afire and for what it s worth I ll burn in hell forever if only to escape
