Tell me with afection in your voice That you never really had a choice Place on me the burden of the best Offer me the future and take it back Show me
Graveyard wind's hard blowing Scents of bliss and sweet decay Saint and devil are roaming Where truth is never made Emptiness is everywhere Gloomy void
Come out from the burning fire butterfly Let me lock you in my room and keep you For a while Could you be the answer to my every prayer? Could you be
You're sad 'cause you found yourself And the boredom is killing you You know all the cracks in your wall They're staring right back at you In time you
Feel under my skin, these shivers run deeper than before See it is so real, now my heart beats faster can you feel it Longing for the sun, to bring it
I am a void lets see you try and fill me and mostly I'm just annoyed with the situation that never fails to find me well I shoulda known better and
Intravenously polite, it was the walkie-talkies That had knocked the pins down As their shoes gripped the dirt floor In the silhouette of dying Dancing
ignorance is bliss at least thats what they say you must be in 7th heaven each & every day talkin to yourself 'cause no one will listen i think you better
incomplete and in search for emotions for ever alone in his empty heart he's always looking for a light in the dark trapped in the endless void of time
I've seen so many faces, these hands have lied before I've kissed so many lips, it's blocked my mind I've whispered bullshit, nothings, I've cried alone
sometimes just like when the seasons linger I slowly find myself undercurrent within the vortex of our time come closer whisper your name lean over I
Numb body blank emotion Senses dulled feelings frayed Life chord severed torn betrayed Now born aA?void I've never known Blank stiff stare Focus on nothing
I Don't Believe That We Can Conceive Of An Afterlife That's Meant To Be Perceived Catastrophes, Calamities, Catastrophe Everyone Loves A Tragedy But
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Intravenously polite it was the walkie-talkies that had knocked the pins down as their shoes gripped the dirt floor in the silhouette of dying dancing
I'm so fucking filled with hate. I just need to decapitate. Just for kicks I need to kill. Everybody's got to get their thrills. I'll stain with
Condensed was the flesh that the Nazis aquired When they tore the bodies from the barbed wire In Dachau they burned the cadavers to brown Never escaping