far away Down the river Styx we glide on leathern wings of night Where fallen stars never swept the winds before Can we find peace of mind In this nevermore Midnight on
have to fly two broken hearts.... across the sky... On Broken Wings I guess that's how you'll have to fly two broken hearts.... across the sky... On Broken Wings
pray on search lights to save us. As the rain pours down. Weight shifts. The storm hits pulls on damaged wings. Weight shifts. The storm hits pulls on
decaying We could hear our dreams breaking ) Nothing will ever shine again Nothing will ever be the same again Nothing will ever rise again On broken wings
Before I'm fining out on my own Begging to fall asleep It's innocent, I need you Begging to fall asleep, lying here wasting winks Wait on promises of
it's quiet when we're mutes. the acts of an optimist, but some of us may never see the world. i hope the next time you slit yours wrists it's not for
Drill in your face, wasted life What that means to me Sectioning your thoughts Could you show me sometime With all my words You could not paralyze This
the offensive of attempting to create illusions with goals of appearing larger to an enemy. but can you dance like indrid cold? my arm hair stands on
dreams of knowledge for something new, while all noises are that of invitation. the vision of achievemnet blinds the vision of morality, science passed
last night i realized my excitement for events that were not yet my life. upon return, it's all in the past, it's all a memory. all my life is, is this
such convictions, i feel like stuttering. i just wanted to move. "listen on the subjects i've found. on the importance of this liquid. i get last laughs
Show me the stairway I have to climb Lord, for my sake Teach me to take on day at a time Wash it away It's too much for on soul to take Yeah, I think
drill in your face. wasted life, what that means to me. separate your thoughts. i could show you sometime. with all your words you could not paralyze.
would take the world from you As if a wasted past could ever totally consume me Maybe by tomorrow, you'll have stopped your raspirating God I hope the saying true And he broke
fascinate. to be shade cast by the forms of mortal men. the light cuts around my body, revealing evidence of times before my presence. it fascinates.
your fists as apparitions. they do what they do because this lonely town feels like hospital beds, and you let them. i've broke my hands for less than
his performance is moving; i'll give it that. the sequence of events its all a matter of speaking. to betray those who offer friendship and sactuary,
ink bleeds deeper when pressed hard, soaks through paper and leaves stains on the table. you don't look how i pictured. you don't look quite how i remember
