So much for the wicked bonds strangling inspiration. Silent...you retreat into the Temple. Desert Urbania and drown.... Deep within the mosaic. of an inward fraction.
So much disdain. So much hatred. Disillusion with this world;. Betrayal is the focal point of my dissension. I tried to keep it right. But with no remorse.
Dead man walkin. . You've done it now. You've gone and made a big mistake. and I can't allow, you to think you can just walk away. so turn around, and face the piper you're gonna pay.
(Thunder). The spirit, of The Undertaker,. Lives, within the soul of all mankind.. The "Eternal flame": Life, that cannot be extinguished!. The Origin, which cannot be explained!.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------. FORMING TALES OF DEATH. THAT WILL CALL THE. VILE FILTH FILLED WHORES.
A grey December day in the cemetary. he is standing at her gravestone. and he is reading the golden epitaph. lost in rememberance...once more.. . Her beauty was a flower in bloom.
swallow my lies. as I obscure my emotions.. why must I contset myself.. always against myself. embody another likeness.. death of true spirit. reflection brings question..
On a throne of pain, I cry out in despair. Shadows cast upon me, living in a time of lies. Truth has never existed, and never will. Hate breeds inside of me.
How can I dwell. Into a dream of fear. Can't even tell if. I am awake or asleep. Can't hear myself speak or. breathe. Can't see or move, can't even feel.
when the hunger breathes in me. nothing is real as the pain I feel. in a glade so dark dreams my escape. my hate is growing: more and even more. . a flame of fire deep into my eyes.
Played the game, yes I played it well.. Sang hallelujah, had a story to tell.. Went to church, sometimes twice a week.. Could quote the scripture and man could I preach..
Depresion. . La antigua calma que inunda mi rostro,. Me ha dejado postrado bajo la lluvia.... . Negndome a las sonrisas del sol,. En soledad hasta saciar,.
Try to maintain and put word to this game. And explain why my patience is wearing me thin. I'm surrounded by freaks who believe when I speak. That I worship the ground that they walk with their feet.
Created with the rubbish of morality. I was only your brother but. Now I'm a spirit I'm a nightmare. Still born of humanity. A rotten child addicted to sluts.
You were the source to my deepest figments.. Yet a repentant deceiver, who surrendered to. the uttermost ridiculous ways.. . I still scream in woe.. .
You destroyed the honour.. You destroyed the essence once known as pride.. So rejective, deceiving.... ...but can you stand the feeling. of being caught within yourself?.
Can't you see that she is dripping red?. Her mind forlorn, her feelings mislead. As a consequence of all your lies a life nearly ceased. Put force into your words and treat yourself to destruction.
We ride in search of,our destined path. A journey scared by,hate and wrath. Our vision so bright,pulled by the killing hand. Curse of damnation,blood on the sand.
After school my stomach sinks. From the thought of just how much he drinks. Broken home broken dreams. Mom and Dad forsake the family thing. . So I slither in up to my room alone.