stabwounds will take their toll murderer with her smile and as an afterthought she kept the heart he gave her beauty can be so cruel she once swore
Ave Verum Corpus natum de Maria Virgine. Vere passum immolatum in cruce pro homine: cuius latum perforatum aqua fluxit et sanguine. Esto nobis praegustatum
Ave ave verum Corpus natum de Maria Virgine; vere passum, immolatum in cruce pro homine: cujus latus perforatum fluxit aqua et sanguine: esto nobis
I've got a hot white burning inside That time only feeds my minds Only need I add you fuel To my fire my flames burn higher and higher Shaking, Shaking
So this ain't the end I saw you again today I had to turn my heart away You smiled like the Sun Kisses for everyone And tales it never fails! You're
Bright sky blue Who now fades too Frames birds on the wing Whose sweet songs too sad so sing Now only an echo in my mind As sky fades to black I wonder
Born into a hazy crossfire The end result of innocence and ignorance Flesh and blood cure for emotional strife Vision obscured by a soft skin curtain
Emptiness became my house Black cracked sight my line to life I dreamt of angels and lightning flash And cool, cool rain to wash my mind Innocence seemed
It's totally psychological Motherfucker It's totally psychological Motherfucker Hate and war and blind despair Tell me you love me Tears and screams
Lost in a cold dark garden alone My only company Night blooming dementia Bittersweet blossom bloom of madness The sharp knife in the mind Kills the devil
Lost in a blur of psychostatic Electro info windstorm manic A philosophy a way of life Sold in a smile evangeliphile Soothing pulsation mindnumbing relief
Sinking in a sea of emptiness, alone A solitude, an isolation, to living men unknown Shadows of memories dance across my mind Just beyond reach with
Hey I saw your mouth on, another's face It told me sweet secrets and reminded me of the taste Of your skin upon my lips But it's been so long I reach
In between worlds of white and black Lies a world of gray Beneath the sour born showering down It's time on me A thin sharp slice of dime Pushed gently
bleeding day and night By that bedside kneeleth a may And she weepeth both night and day And by that bedside there standeth a stone Corpus Christie written thereon Corpus
I walk the streets again tonight blinded by the actions of the fight. The fire biting at my heels, my God I've forgotten how it feels to live by grace
Beyond the source of this wretched decay. Beyond the force of what pushes away, underneath and behind... Everything that you see. Behind the walls so
Corroded blades draw the fire of night For a perished existence to a vortex of magnificence No pleasure greater, no circumstance more dire For now He
