Is there really anyone there Fall on deaf ears all of my prayers The mother of nothing The mother of sin The father of decadence within us A brother
This cant be so all over And out of my time i've wasted So much of my mind is racing To the point of no return Drown my sorrows flood my soul By tomorrow
(I'm thirsty - And weary from the heat As the Sands rinse the hands of time I will suck the venom from your wound If you will do the same and suck from
(Instrumental)
I Hold Your Throat Within My Naked Hand I Can Never Hope To Have You Hear My Word I Lose Control At The Sight Of Blood I Visit You Through Six Feet Of
Mind hemorrhage fuckin' folding chairs in the hallway crucified, paralyzed, you laugh, I cry calculating my miscalculations what is the sign for
Open Up Your Mind And Let Some Thought Inside Open Up Your Mind As They All Survey 4 Out Of 5 And They All Survey 4 Out Of 5 And They All Survey Open
Never heard my name called Never any one at all Never in the right At the heart of every fault Time to write me off (Demand the antidote To rescue this
Set Me Free Let Me Be Who And What I Am Why Can't You See? You Never Seem To Understand This Pain I Feel Is As Real As Your Ignorance Question
Wait I Feel So Helpless In This Haze Better Days Are Laid To Rest. Life's A Test World Of Stress. Who Is Blessed? Can I Get A Little Heart? You
It's a far flung dream to die in, we can't wake up and the scars we leave behind us aren't enough to somehow free us And the tragedy between us is a
I can kill forever in a day Disecting every second I can be perpetually devoid You'll never sense upheaval in my voice Come on [X3] Do you really want
Self Absorbed Chancre Sore Love You Like A Matador Life Is Just A Metaphor Nothing's Fair Love Is War Nothing More Love You Like A Matador Nothing
Just because you're a saved how does that make me lost? Eyes wide hands tied capsized in flouride 4 out of 5 recommend a gun what if you were wrong the
In a church by the face He talks about the people going under Only child know A man decides after seventy years That what he goes there for Is to
As the day is long as the Damage done Rise get in line getem pumped up high Get the hammers up high get in like to Get fucked up Get the hammers high
As they feed the war machine and pull the strings behind the scenes With a bloated sense of supremacy Blinded by the preconceived distorted way to be
Cut me and i bleed same as you do And underneath the need Secrets show thru Is there anyone of us Who ever truly trust the things We all do Sensing the
